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The Rebellion of Avenase (An original Final Fantasy RP) (Still Accepting!)

@Krinos Solstice

If you don't mind, I'll edit in a response to Ezmerelda.

The Rebellion of Avenase (An original Final Fantasy RP) (Still Accepting!)

Nitire Segundis

As the hours passed by, Nitire did his best to stay quiet and endure his time in the prison. It wasn't like he was surprised, he was an enemy combatant after all. Despite his calm demeanor, Nitire couldn't help but feel a little anxious about this whole ordeal, but the friendliness of the guards made it a little easier. Hell, he even had a lengthy conversation with one of the guards about his children back home... The entire experience was completely different from the horrid conditions Avenase prisons, and stood as a small example that maybe his choice was the right one after all. Despite all this ease however, the uncertainty of his fate still left a sour taste in his mouth.

It wasn't long before he was let out of his cell, bowing his head humbly before looking about. This was certainly quite a display of force, an entire squad of soldiers flanking him on all sides. 'Well, this looks like this is it...' Nitire took a deep breath as he settled into the center of the column, relaxing his arms in an attempt to ease the discomfort of his manacles. The young man felt oddly at peace, walking in pace with his escorts as his eyes remained forward. With every step they took, his apprehension grew, swallowing his anxiety as he did his best to remain unphased in appearance. Suddenly, someone called out from the side, causing Nitire to turn his head. It was then that he saw a young brunette woman standing before a soldier who seemed to be sounding off some report. However, there was one other that caught his interest... And it seems he caught his too.

"Nitire," the soldier offered readily when asked about his name, casting a broad smile as he straightened his stance, "Nitire Segundis. I'd offer to shake your hand, but you know the drill. Armed escorts and manacles," The young man chuckled, shrugging his shoulders as he eyed over the man beyond the guards, "What about yourself? Might be the last name I learn before facing the firing squad." Nitire absentmindedly smirk at his own remark. He had never been a prisoner, and now he stood in the presence of several enemy soldiers. They had been peaceful to this point, but the armed detail hearkened back to the brutal display he witnessed not long ago. With that, his smile faded to a somber facade, though his eyes remained on the man before him.

Mains | League of Legends

Liam

Liam failed to notice the antics of those within the cafe, falling silent as he passed by the figure now blocking the doorway. He caught a glance of the man who had been near the center a moment before, but merely gave him a nod before sitting down at a table not far from the rough looking male. Onward the stranger stood, merely looking over the tenants of in silence as a grin slowly formed upon his lips. After a few moments, another man walked through the door to enter the establishment, but was stopped short as the stranger placed a hand on his chest and flashed something beneath his duster that Liam couldn't quiet make out. It didn't take long to figure out it was good as the newcomer immediately rounded and yanked open the door before sprinting off down the street.

"Hey!" Liam shouted, pushing back his chair as he attempted to stand up, but the older man reacted faster. In a blink of an eye, an odd shotgun was produced from his jacket and aimed in Liam's direction. Before the fear could settle into the young man, the assailant fired off a round that echoed throughout the smaller establishment in a flurry of flame and shrapnel. The firey burst collided with Liam as it sent him flaying back over his chair and collapsing onto the floor with a heavy thud.

The assailant cleared his throat as the echoing boom began to dull, looking back to the crowd with gun still in hand, "Ladies and gentlemen, I wouldn't play the hero here. Just sit quietly and listen, and no one else will wind up with a bullet hole in their chest." He began to walk forward towards the others within the store before pausing and looking to Liam. Writhing in pain, Liam could be seen clutching his chest and attempting to catch his breath though his eyes remained closed. The most notable fact was there was no puncture wound on the male, rather just charred clothing and burnt flesh that seemed to slowly regenerating before everyone's eyes. "Well, that's one of my questions answered," The man said, taking a heavy draw from his cigar as he faced forward once more, "Any more 'special' individuals that want to step forward? It'll make all our days a little easier." With this, he fell silent, his gaze focused on those before him once more as he kept his shotgun aloft.

The others in the room began to panic, falling back to the walls or hiding beneath their tables. A few of them attempted to dig out there phones in a rush, though stopping quickly as the man cocked his gun once more. Now the room was cloaked in an unsettling noise of terrified whispers, accompanied by very wary glances around the room.

"I don't have all day, and I'm not in the mood for heroes. Step forward, and I might have a job offer for ya," Once again, the man took a heavy drag from his cigar, blowing out the plume as his eyes grew a bit more stern, "Don't be a bunch of damn cowards!" Any attempt to leave the room would be met with the man barring your path, and any attempt to approach Liam is met with a warning shot.

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Megan

As Garret stepped off the bus, he was greeted by the sound of silence only subtly disturbed by the cawing of crows located all around him on trees and street lights. As he called out to Megan, his voice could be heard echoing down a nearby alleyway. After a moment, he could begin to hear a feminine chuckle resounding over the area.

"Oh, Mister Garret! It's so good to see you once again," the tone of this voice was completely different than the voice heard before. It was the same in tone, but laced with a heavy- almost lustful malice, "I kept counting the seconds until you'd come after us. Did you solve the joke yet?" She giggled, her form still hidden somewhere nearby. However, a slow echoing of footsteps resounded behind Garret. Turning, he was greeted with the image of a man stepping forward towards him, dressed in a full suit and tie. His hair was peppered with grey, his face clean shaven and unmarred. He made his way calmly over to Garret, flashing a wide smile.

"Ah, Garret! So good to see you. Hopefully there is no ill will against my little girl," With this, a form slowly began to appear at his side, dressed in a jester like attire with two daggers in hand and a twisted smile upon her lips. Her eyes were focused on Garret as the giggling could be heard coming from her direction. "Now, about our little visit here," The man spoke once more, his smile fading only slight as he motioned with his head to the building now behind Garret, "Merely stick close to the entrance and do not allow anyone else to enter. You're free to do what you must to accomplish this, just don't be too obvious about it." With this, the man now made his way past Garrett towards the building. It was then that Garret would notice Megan wasn't with him, her form now nowhere to be seen.

"I'll be waiting for your answer," A female seemed to whisper in his ear, with no speaker to be seen.

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The Tower [A Fire Emblem Roleplay]

Later than I thought, but i also wasn't in much a of a mood to write- thus the lacklust quality. Mostly, I just want to keep the thread rolling >_<

The Tower [A Fire Emblem Roleplay]

Varrus Volkanon

Varrus shook his head, unable to hide the disappointment now shown on his face as he his gaze focused on the female who had spoken out. He noticed from the start she was built and equipped for combat, but seeing her squirm about the darkness set a foul taste in his mouth. Still, it was refreshing to see the others rallying behind the idea with much less apprehension. Still, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't somewhat off put by the idea himself...

'Intentionally leaving us with only one source of light and then stripping that from us not a moment after our first steps,' Varrus gritted his teeth behind his stoic visage, 'Someone wants to play games...' With that, he turned and continued back towards the torches once more. Once the object came within reach, he place himself beside one on the wall as he lifted it from it's holding, gripping it with one hand as he looked to the others.

"Granted the poem didn't mention any specific order or means to dim these lights, I'd suggest we snuff them out as close to one another as we can. Keep within arms reach of the pedestal, and don't hesitate to call out if something draws your attention."

Mains | League of Legends

I'll be posting an update tomorrow. I would do it today, but I'm exhausted.

The Rebellion of Avenase (An original Final Fantasy RP) (Still Accepting!)

My Hider

Nitire Segundis

Race:
Human (Male)

Age:
25

Class:
Lancer

Origin:
Avenase (Defector)

Weapon:
Barbed Spear

Magic:
Blizzard, Thunder

Personality:
Nitire spent a good majority of his early adulthood in the military of Avenase, and knows how to follow orders and march in line with the rest of the pack. However, he is above all compassionate and empathetic, which led to his ultimate decision to leave his homeland and desert the army in favor of the RSG. This decision still tugs at his heartstrings, dreading the day he stumbles upon family or friend on the battlefield as an enemy and traitor. In his mind though, he'd rather die a traitor then a villain. Once he realized he was fighting for nothing more than a tyrant and a devil, he bided his time until events transpired that secured his defection.

Not one to bow out of a fight, Nitire is passionate to a fault as he fervently defends his stance on any matter often to the point of personal conflict. He believes strongly in the warrior's code, and will do nothing to tarnish his honor more then it already has been. With his spear and his body, he vows to see the tyranny end and revel in the peace left in the ruins of it's downfall.

Loyalty:
Tormin

Rank:
(TBD)

History:

Born to a simple merchant family, Nitire grew bored of his place in life and often set out to find ways to liven his dull existence. First, he played the rebel during his school years, finding himself at ends with teachers and other officials as he constant roused 'excitement' in all manner and forms. These years saw him involved in several brawls with other students, often suspended and nearly expelled all together. However, the day his father passed, Nitire took time to mellow and reflect on this event. Now a bastard at the age of 16, he began to make an effort to reform himself as he strove to better his grades and create a better name for himself. Needless to say, it was rough since most teachers and officials had grown to despise the young man. Despite all this, he graduated and moved onward to military service- a staple for young men in the country of Avenase. So with that, he bid farewell to his mother as he set off for a glorious future as a man of war.

As with every new recruit, his initial time was a struggle as he tried to fight his rebellious nature and conform to his superiors. However, this mentality didn't last long as he found himself beaten and 'disciplined' to the point of a nearly broken psyche. Quietly he began to gather up the broken fragments and mold them -although coerced- into a perfect soldier. If your commander said to jump, he asked how high? If you were ordered take a new recruit and 'enlighten' him to how the squad worked, he did it. This went on for man years as Nitire merely acted as a vessel for the armies will... That until he was forced out of his daze to the true nature of his superiors.

It was supposed to be a simple engagement; a small skirmish on the border with an underwhelming retinue. Despite this information, the captain of his platoon gathered an overwhelming number of soldiers and began the march to the field of battle. Sure enough, fighting ensued as the forces clashed. Nitire was tasked with assaulting the enemies rear with an ambush designed to lure the enemy into overextending. Once again, Nitire did not question this as he took his spear and awaited with the others of the assault squad. Just like clockwork, a small squad acting as a diversion lured the Tormin forces further into Avenasian territory. With a rallying cry, Nitire and his brothers struck a decisive blow against the enemy- who by this point has suffered numerous casualties and eventually surrendered. All the soldiers were rounded up and locked away at camp, left there for questioning with the promise of freedom... Or so Nitire was told.

"Next." The burly mountain of a man spoke, wiping his blade clean of the freshly spilt blood that now stained his metal and the grass beneath him. As a couple of soldier stepped forward to haul away the freshly disposed corpse, another was led before the towering man and forced to his knees. Nitire watched on in horror as one after one the men were dispatched without mercy or consideration- even if they provided valuable intel.

"This isn't war! This is nothing more than a slaughter!" Nitire protested, his old rebellious and passionate tendencies begining to reawaken.

"Shut up, you insubordinate fool! One more outburst and I'll see you in chains along with the other dogs!" His commander retorted, followed by a heavy backhand that threatened to topple the younger and smaller male. It was at this point, Nitire had his revalation and began plotting his future actions.

Fast forward a few weeks later, and once again they were in the midst of conflict. Set to be part of the assault squad once more, he intentionally set himself at the back of the column. Once the signal was given to attack, the man rounded and began to flee towards the border. It was a heart pounding experience, having to duck in and out of cover as he continued to try and evade any possible pursuers. Luckily enough, the venture wasn't met with any more turmoil as his eyes fell upon a lone harbor and a boat departing soon for the landmass. Using the last of the funds he had on his person, he 'paid' (bribed) the captain to allow his passage aboard the ship to the opposing nation in this conflict.

He didn't know what else to do... Or rather, he wasn't sure. He had heard stories of the nation of Tormin and it's leaders. 'A nation fighting for peace?' A thought that played out in his head the entire trip across the sea. After seeing the brutal and often evil nature of his commanders in the Avenasian army, he began to entertain the idea of fighting against those who oppressed him and the many others during his time there... More so, he began to envision fighting for a noble purpose. It was then he made up his mind, committing to the idea of surrendering to the Tormin army and volunteering to enlist. He knew there was a chance he'd simply be detained; possibly even deported back to his homeland, but he'd have to try.

Once the boat made landfall, he found his way to nearest city and surrendered himself to the local guard/militia. At this point, his fate was in the hands of the RSG.

The Rebellion of Avenase (An original Final Fantasy RP) (Still Accepting!)

@Krinos Solstice

Fixed it... I think. Let me know if I need to make any more edits.

The Rebellion of Avenase (An original Final Fantasy RP) (Still Accepting!)

My Hider

Nitire Segundis

Race:
Human (Male)

Age:
25

Class:
Lancer

Origin:
Avenase (Defector)

Weapon:
Barbed Spear

Magic:
Blizzard, Thunder

Personality:
Nitire spent a good majority of his early adulthood in the military of Avenase, and knows how to follow orders and march in line with the rest of the pack. However, he is above all compassionate and empathetic, which led to his ultimate decision to leave his homeland and desert the army in favor of the RSG. This decision still tugs at his heartstrings, dreading the day he stumbles upon family or friend on the battlefield as an enemy and traitor. In his mind though, he'd rather die a traitor then a villain. Once he realized he was fighting for nothing more than a tyrant and a devil, he bided his time until events transpired that secured his defection.

Not one to bow out of a fight, Nitire is passionate to a fault as he fervently defends his stance on any matter often to the point of personal conflict. He believes strongly in the warrior's code, and will do nothing to tarnish his honor more then it already has been. With his spear and his body, he vows to see the tyranny end and revel in the peace left in the ruins of it's downfall.

Loyalty:
Tormin

Rank:
(TBD)

History:

Born to a simple merchant family, Nitire grew bored of his place in life and often set out to find ways to liven his dull existence. First, he played the rebel during his school years, finding himself at ends with teachers and other officials as he constant roused 'excitement' in all manner and forms. These years saw him involved in several brawls with other students, often suspended and nearly expelled all together. However, the day his father passed, Nitire took time to mellow and reflect on this event. Now a bastard at the age of 16, he began to make an effort to reform himself as he strove to better his grades and create a better name for himself. Needless to say, it was rough since most teachers and officials had grown to despise the young man. Despite all this, he graduated and moved onward to military service- a staple for young men in the country of Avenase. So with that, he bid farewell to his mother as he set off for a glorious future as a man of war.

As with every new recruit, his initial time was a struggle as he tried to fight his rebellious nature and conform to his superiors. However, this mentality didn't last long as he found himself beaten and 'disciplined' to the point of a nearly broken psyche. Quietly he began to gather up the broken fragments and mold them -although coerced- into a perfect soldier. If your commander said to jump, he asked how high? If you were ordered take a new recruit and 'enlighten' him to how the squad worked, he did it. This went on for man years as Nitire merely acted as a vessel for the armies will... That until he was forced out of his daze to the true nature of his superiors.

It was supposed to be a simple engagement; a small skirmish on the border with an underwhelming retinue. Despite this information, the captain of his platoon gathered an overwhelming number of soldiers and began the march to the field of battle. Sure enough, fighting ensued as the forces clashed. Nitire was tasked with assaulting the enemies rear with an ambush designed to lure the enemy into overextending. Once again, Nitire did not question this as he took his spear and awaited with the others of the assault squad. Just like clockwork, a small squad acting as a diversion lured the Tormin forces further into Avenasian territory. With a rallying cry, Nitire and his brothers struck a decisive blow against the enemy- who by this point has suffered numerous casualties and eventually surrendered. All the soldiers were rounded up and locked away at camp, left there for questioning with the promise of freedom... Or so Nitire was told.

"Next." The burly mountain of a man spoke, wiping his blade clean of the freshly spilt blood that now stained his metal and the grass beneath him. As a couple of soldier stepped forward to haul away the freshly disposed corpse, another was led before the towering man and forced to his knees. Nitire watched on in horror as one after one the men were dispatched without mercy or consideration- even if they provided valuable intel.

"This isn't war! This is nothing more than a slaughter!" Nitire protested, his old rebellious and passionate tendencies begining to reawaken.

"Shut up, you insubordinate fool! One more outburst and I'll see you in chains along with the other dogs!" His commander retorted, followed by a heavy backhand that threatened to topple the younger and smaller male. It was at this point, Nitire had his revalation and began plotting his future actions.

Fast forward a few weeks later, and once again they were in the midst of conflict. Set to be part of the assault squad once more, he intentionally set himself at the back of the column. Once the signal was given to attack, the man rounded and began to flee towards the border. It was a heart pounding experience, having to duck in and out of cover as he continued to try and evade any possible pursuers. Luckily enough, the venture wasn't met with any more turmoil as his eyes fell upon a lone harbor and a boat departing soon for the landmass. Using the last of the funds he had on his person, he 'paid' (bribed) the captain to allow his passage aboard the ship to the opposing nation in this conflict.

He didn't know what else to do... Or rather, he wasn't sure. He had heard stories of the nation of Tormin and it's leaders. 'A nation fighting for peace?' A thought that played out in his head the entire trip across the sea. After seeing the brutal and often evil nature of his commanders in the Avenasian army, he began to entertain the idea of fighting against those who oppressed him and the many others during his time there... More so, he began to envision fighting for a noble purpose. It was then he made up his mind, committing to the idea of surrendering to the Tormin army and volunteering to enlist. He knew there was a chance he'd simply be detained; possibly even deported back to his homeland, but he'd have to try.

Once the boat made landfall, he found his way to nearest city and surrendered himself to the local guard/militia. At this point, his fate was in the hands of the RSG.

The Rebellion of Avenase (An original Final Fantasy RP) (Still Accepting!)

@Krinos Solstice

Very well. I'll begin drafting up a sheet soon. Probably tomorrow with the current, but I'll get it up ASAP.