Konan375grr that took annoyingly long. Sorry, work has been taking up much of my time over the past two day, though thankfully I will be free for most of tomorrow.
Anyway enough about all that the important thing is a post is up. Zana and Nalla will make appearances soon enough if anyone wants some interaction with either of them go ahead and ask, if not I will likely make something up for them.
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The celebration had passed in a blur of laughter, banter and no small amount of alcohol. Kayal spent most of the night in the heart of the celebration socializing with anyone who would lend an ear and downing as many brandies as he could. By the time dawn broke Kayal awoke with a splitting headache and the nausea to support it. The beginning of the day was mostly filled with attempting to find a way to alleviate the hangover and finding work to do. He spent most of his time in the infirmary using his restoration skill to heal any of those that needed it until his stores of magicka were all but drained. After which he assisted the sailors in anyway he could, his years of experience in sailing shown true as he climbed about the mast and moved about the deck.
When possible he did what he could to teach both Zana and Nalla the know-how to work such a vessel. Their learning was slow, but given they had little knowledge to begin with Kayal was essentially starting from scratch. Eventually he stopped assisting the sailors and began moving about the vessel explaining as best he could exactly what it was each sailor was doing. It wasn't the most fun activity but it was time consuming and it helped both Zana and Nalla expand their knowledge of sailing. With the newly appointed officers bring more order to the crew, their ship finally started feeling like an actual functioning vessel as apposed to the messy rabble it had been. People began to spread out and work in certain areas as apposed to lounging around or finding something to do.
All the while Sharee went about drinking, yelling, joking, shouting, laughing and otherwise being her usual self as she wrestled the crew into shape. The other officers worked to get their own departments in order. Over the course of the next few days changes were made across the ship, proper chefs were assembled and the food began to resemble food as Cynric whipped his chefs into shape, sometimes whipping seeming more literal then figurative. The infirmary began to be populated by permanent staff, something the wounded seemed to be quite thankful for as their moans and groans began to subside he supposed due to the work and charm of Noelle. The crew began receiving weapons and armor thanks to the work of Malakaus, it wasn't the best gear, but with what materials Malakaus had available, Kayal was certainly impressed. The ship also began receiving repairs, no doubt thanks to the efforts of Sarel, the damage done to the ship in the fight to take it slowly began to disappear little by little it was beginning to resemble its former self. Serge, the newly appointed Quartermaster and supposed ladies-man as rumors said, was helping Sharee in bringing order to the vessel.
Finally, after several days of sailing Khenarthi’s Roost lay before them. Being in dominion controlled waters and far from High Rock Kayal had very rarely visited the island let alone could he remember much more then it having a small city primarily populated by Khajiits. It didn't have much, but it had enough to keep a ship full of pirates or sailors entertained for a few days. How long Sharee intended to stay here was beyond Kayal, he hadn't spoke to her since they took the vessel. He had been doing a good job of keeping himself busy helping in anyway he could around the vessel, primarily helping train their fighters to sail and helping some sailors learn how to fight as well as looking over the few maps he had for areas they may want to pay a visit to and where they could best sell their "goods".
As the vessel neared port Kayal stood upon the bow of the vessel looking off at the quickly nearing island, he heard the familiar voices of Sarel and Serge as they shouted their order to the crew as they brought the ship into port. Kayal's eyes danced over the forms of the multiple already docked vessels, most of them seemed to be merchant ships or simple fishing vessels though there did seem to be a Aldmeri warship docked to the far side of the port showing that the military did in fact have a presence here, no matter how small. Kayal smiled as he admired the vessel, it seemed to be about the same size as their own, but it's design was distinctly Aldmeri.
The night before he had ran into Sharee when she was enjoying what he could only imagine was one of many bottles of brandy considering the state she was in. She had said something about needing to speak to him in the morning, but before he could ask as to what it was she needed she got distracted and made several sexual comments before taking her leave heading to what he could only assume was her quarters. The encounter, being their first conversation over the course of the days since the taking of the ship, was not quite what he had expected. But with what he knew of Sharee he knew he should begin to expect the unexpected, especially when she was drunk.
So now he waited here on the deck until Sharee made her appearance. Considering the state he had seen her in last night she likely wasn't waking up in the best of conditions so he thought it best to give her some time for the hangover to settle or pass until he approached her on what it was she needed. He knew Sharee likely wouldn't give a skeever's ass if he bothered her when she was hangover, but he had some ulterior motives to not approaching her in her room. In honesty he had guessed they would be nearing port this time and he wanted to take some time to enjoy the view and to scope out the city.
But now as the vessel finally docked and Sarel and Serge strode off to meet the Thalmor docking authorities the time to enjoy the view had passed and it was time to head back to work, starting with meeting Sharee. Turning away from the city before him he scanned over the people before him looking for one face in particular, as his search turned up empty handed a frown came to his face. Where is that ornery Argonian? He thought to himself. Perhaps it was time for him to start seeking her out, if he waited much longer she would likely get busy dealing with other issues aboard the vessel. Kayal let out an exaggerated sigh, "Oh well, it's not as if courtesy is a major requirement for pirates." He joked to himself before stepping away from the bow and making his way to the stairs.
He passed by the ramp that led down to the dock where Serge, Sarel and as it seemed Malakaus went to meet the Docking Authority, just in time for Serge to come jogging back up it, he was certainly moving with something of a purpose so Kayal could only imagine it involved either a pretty girl or something with the captain. As the Breton jogged past Kayal couldn't help but drift into his own thoughts as he walked in his wake. From what he had heard of the pair Sarel and Serge he was not yet sure he liked or disliked them, he had heard both good and bad things about the two of them, though could form no real opinion himself as he hadn't had the pleasure or displeasure of talking to either of them. Though in honesty it was the same for most of the officers aboard the vessel, he had barely spoken to any of them. The only ones that really stood out were, Noelle, Cynric, Sarel, Serge and Malakaus they had done some good for the vessel so far and deserved some kind of respect for it.
From what he had heard Noelle had quite a way with words and could talk her way out of and possibly into a few sticky situations. Word from the kitchen said that Cynric ran a very tight ship, word had it he had a temper when it came to disrespect either to him or to his kitchen but other wise he was a rather eccentric man. Malakaus was said to be a rather heavy handed individual, he had a way of intimidating those under him to their very bones and for good reason, apparently if you could see what he could do with a hammer you would understand why a fist was just as bad. What Kayal had heard of Sarel wasn't much to go off of, he was a respectable and serious man, but he had an air about him that most Dunmer had. Serge had managed to worked up a reputation, he was certainly an ex imperial legionary when the time called for it, but other times he seemed to be more fixated upon the nearest woman then anything else. All in all from what he had heard about these officers he was not sure what to think of any of them, at least, not until he had the chance to formerly meet each of them.
By the time Kayal had drifted back into reality he had arrived at Sharee's room, as he neared the door he lifted his hand and reached for the handle before he noticed the voices coming from within. They seemed to be discussing something so kayal let his hand drop down to his side, I will let them finish their business before disturbing. He thought to himself as he silently stepped back and made his way back a little ways from Sharee's door. He took a place leaning on a nearby wall as he waited for their discussion to be over.
Kayal's gaze dropped down to his gear as he tried to find something to distract himself with. He was wearing his usual attire including his chain shirt and coat. On his left hip was his steel longsword, on his right was his steel dagger he had elected to keep his bow and quiver back in his quarters due to the fact he did not require it, though still he looked as though he was well and prepared. His gaze lifted up just as he heard Sharee's door open as Serge stepped out, Kayal's eyes followed after the Breton as he passed by, Seems he still has somewhere to be Kayal thought to himself. It seemed though that Serge had left Sharee's door wide open. Kayal could not clearly hear the voices of both Sharee and Noelle.
He listened as Noelle spoke, "Thank you, captain. I know that appearances isn't really important for the day-to-day business on the ship, but... It's always nice to look your best. Was there... Anything else you wanted?" She asked. Kayal raised an eyebrow and turned his head slightly so his ear was in the direction of Sharee's door as his curiosity was peaked slightly. He listened a little more intently for Sharee's response after some moving around and what sounded like searching for something Kayal heard Sharee speak up, "Yes, actually. I'm looking to figure out why I have the sudden and strong urge to take you to my bed." Sharee replied. At this Kayal's eyes opened wide in surprise and he raised his hand to his mouth as he held back his urge to laugh. Kayal glanced over to the door surprised, he wasn't expecting to have heard something like that but in honesty he wasn't too surprised, it was Sharee after all. Yet still that did little to dampen the humor it provided.
Still Kayal listened, soon enough Noelle spoke with her response, "You flatter me Captain, if that's your intent. And I cannot say that I would not enjoy that... But maybe another time, when neither of us have our duties to attend to." She said seeming to be trying to dissuade Sharee Kayal smirked slightly before Noelle spoke up again, she pinned the source of Sharee's want on the brandy and offered to pick up something from town to ease the effects of the brandy. Though it was a kind offer it was also obviously a way to warm up to the captain. Though when Sharee spoke up again she showed she was clearly not interested, "Oh, I can say that my intent is not just flattery." She said as straightforward as possible. Kayal once more held back the urge to laugh. Sharee's voice soon picked up again, "For something like this...my duties can wait." She said before someone began walking, their footsteps quickly got closer and Kayal's humor quickly faded. He silently changed his position quickly and silently slipping into the hallway he had come from so he would avoid being seen by Sharee as she reached the door.
As the footsteps stopped she spoke up again, "You know, I can't quite tell you why I feel that way about you, it's just..." She said happily before suddenly and abruptly the door was slammed shut. It took Kayal all he had to keep from jumping. His heartbeat quickened and he stepped out from the hallway he had hidden in looking as though he had just arrived. He half expected to see Sharee standing in front of the door but found the room was empty and soon realized the voices from the other side of the door. kayal let out a sight of relief. As he did he noticed something odd, though the voices were muffled he could make out a distinct change in tone from what he recognized as Sharee's voice.
Kayal eyed the door with complete and utter surprise. "What in oblivion?" He said under his breath as he continued to watch the door. Soon Kayal calmed and he retook his place leaning on a nearby wall this time a little further away from the door. He could not lie he was extremely curious what was going on in that room right now but he choose not to push his luck any further. Instead he lifted his hand before him and summoned forth a fireball that he kept floating just above his hand, slowly he began passing the orb back and forth between his hands as he tried his best to distract himself.
When possible he did what he could to teach both Zana and Nalla the know-how to work such a vessel. Their learning was slow, but given they had little knowledge to begin with Kayal was essentially starting from scratch. Eventually he stopped assisting the sailors and began moving about the vessel explaining as best he could exactly what it was each sailor was doing. It wasn't the most fun activity but it was time consuming and it helped both Zana and Nalla expand their knowledge of sailing. With the newly appointed officers bring more order to the crew, their ship finally started feeling like an actual functioning vessel as apposed to the messy rabble it had been. People began to spread out and work in certain areas as apposed to lounging around or finding something to do.
All the while Sharee went about drinking, yelling, joking, shouting, laughing and otherwise being her usual self as she wrestled the crew into shape. The other officers worked to get their own departments in order. Over the course of the next few days changes were made across the ship, proper chefs were assembled and the food began to resemble food as Cynric whipped his chefs into shape, sometimes whipping seeming more literal then figurative. The infirmary began to be populated by permanent staff, something the wounded seemed to be quite thankful for as their moans and groans began to subside he supposed due to the work and charm of Noelle. The crew began receiving weapons and armor thanks to the work of Malakaus, it wasn't the best gear, but with what materials Malakaus had available, Kayal was certainly impressed. The ship also began receiving repairs, no doubt thanks to the efforts of Sarel, the damage done to the ship in the fight to take it slowly began to disappear little by little it was beginning to resemble its former self. Serge, the newly appointed Quartermaster and supposed ladies-man as rumors said, was helping Sharee in bringing order to the vessel.
Finally, after several days of sailing Khenarthi’s Roost lay before them. Being in dominion controlled waters and far from High Rock Kayal had very rarely visited the island let alone could he remember much more then it having a small city primarily populated by Khajiits. It didn't have much, but it had enough to keep a ship full of pirates or sailors entertained for a few days. How long Sharee intended to stay here was beyond Kayal, he hadn't spoke to her since they took the vessel. He had been doing a good job of keeping himself busy helping in anyway he could around the vessel, primarily helping train their fighters to sail and helping some sailors learn how to fight as well as looking over the few maps he had for areas they may want to pay a visit to and where they could best sell their "goods".
As the vessel neared port Kayal stood upon the bow of the vessel looking off at the quickly nearing island, he heard the familiar voices of Sarel and Serge as they shouted their order to the crew as they brought the ship into port. Kayal's eyes danced over the forms of the multiple already docked vessels, most of them seemed to be merchant ships or simple fishing vessels though there did seem to be a Aldmeri warship docked to the far side of the port showing that the military did in fact have a presence here, no matter how small. Kayal smiled as he admired the vessel, it seemed to be about the same size as their own, but it's design was distinctly Aldmeri.
The night before he had ran into Sharee when she was enjoying what he could only imagine was one of many bottles of brandy considering the state she was in. She had said something about needing to speak to him in the morning, but before he could ask as to what it was she needed she got distracted and made several sexual comments before taking her leave heading to what he could only assume was her quarters. The encounter, being their first conversation over the course of the days since the taking of the ship, was not quite what he had expected. But with what he knew of Sharee he knew he should begin to expect the unexpected, especially when she was drunk.
So now he waited here on the deck until Sharee made her appearance. Considering the state he had seen her in last night she likely wasn't waking up in the best of conditions so he thought it best to give her some time for the hangover to settle or pass until he approached her on what it was she needed. He knew Sharee likely wouldn't give a skeever's ass if he bothered her when she was hangover, but he had some ulterior motives to not approaching her in her room. In honesty he had guessed they would be nearing port this time and he wanted to take some time to enjoy the view and to scope out the city.
But now as the vessel finally docked and Sarel and Serge strode off to meet the Thalmor docking authorities the time to enjoy the view had passed and it was time to head back to work, starting with meeting Sharee. Turning away from the city before him he scanned over the people before him looking for one face in particular, as his search turned up empty handed a frown came to his face. Where is that ornery Argonian? He thought to himself. Perhaps it was time for him to start seeking her out, if he waited much longer she would likely get busy dealing with other issues aboard the vessel. Kayal let out an exaggerated sigh, "Oh well, it's not as if courtesy is a major requirement for pirates." He joked to himself before stepping away from the bow and making his way to the stairs.
He passed by the ramp that led down to the dock where Serge, Sarel and as it seemed Malakaus went to meet the Docking Authority, just in time for Serge to come jogging back up it, he was certainly moving with something of a purpose so Kayal could only imagine it involved either a pretty girl or something with the captain. As the Breton jogged past Kayal couldn't help but drift into his own thoughts as he walked in his wake. From what he had heard of the pair Sarel and Serge he was not yet sure he liked or disliked them, he had heard both good and bad things about the two of them, though could form no real opinion himself as he hadn't had the pleasure or displeasure of talking to either of them. Though in honesty it was the same for most of the officers aboard the vessel, he had barely spoken to any of them. The only ones that really stood out were, Noelle, Cynric, Sarel, Serge and Malakaus they had done some good for the vessel so far and deserved some kind of respect for it.
From what he had heard Noelle had quite a way with words and could talk her way out of and possibly into a few sticky situations. Word from the kitchen said that Cynric ran a very tight ship, word had it he had a temper when it came to disrespect either to him or to his kitchen but other wise he was a rather eccentric man. Malakaus was said to be a rather heavy handed individual, he had a way of intimidating those under him to their very bones and for good reason, apparently if you could see what he could do with a hammer you would understand why a fist was just as bad. What Kayal had heard of Sarel wasn't much to go off of, he was a respectable and serious man, but he had an air about him that most Dunmer had. Serge had managed to worked up a reputation, he was certainly an ex imperial legionary when the time called for it, but other times he seemed to be more fixated upon the nearest woman then anything else. All in all from what he had heard about these officers he was not sure what to think of any of them, at least, not until he had the chance to formerly meet each of them.
By the time Kayal had drifted back into reality he had arrived at Sharee's room, as he neared the door he lifted his hand and reached for the handle before he noticed the voices coming from within. They seemed to be discussing something so kayal let his hand drop down to his side, I will let them finish their business before disturbing. He thought to himself as he silently stepped back and made his way back a little ways from Sharee's door. He took a place leaning on a nearby wall as he waited for their discussion to be over.
Kayal's gaze dropped down to his gear as he tried to find something to distract himself with. He was wearing his usual attire including his chain shirt and coat. On his left hip was his steel longsword, on his right was his steel dagger he had elected to keep his bow and quiver back in his quarters due to the fact he did not require it, though still he looked as though he was well and prepared. His gaze lifted up just as he heard Sharee's door open as Serge stepped out, Kayal's eyes followed after the Breton as he passed by, Seems he still has somewhere to be Kayal thought to himself. It seemed though that Serge had left Sharee's door wide open. Kayal could not clearly hear the voices of both Sharee and Noelle.
He listened as Noelle spoke, "Thank you, captain. I know that appearances isn't really important for the day-to-day business on the ship, but... It's always nice to look your best. Was there... Anything else you wanted?" She asked. Kayal raised an eyebrow and turned his head slightly so his ear was in the direction of Sharee's door as his curiosity was peaked slightly. He listened a little more intently for Sharee's response after some moving around and what sounded like searching for something Kayal heard Sharee speak up, "Yes, actually. I'm looking to figure out why I have the sudden and strong urge to take you to my bed." Sharee replied. At this Kayal's eyes opened wide in surprise and he raised his hand to his mouth as he held back his urge to laugh. Kayal glanced over to the door surprised, he wasn't expecting to have heard something like that but in honesty he wasn't too surprised, it was Sharee after all. Yet still that did little to dampen the humor it provided.
Still Kayal listened, soon enough Noelle spoke with her response, "You flatter me Captain, if that's your intent. And I cannot say that I would not enjoy that... But maybe another time, when neither of us have our duties to attend to." She said seeming to be trying to dissuade Sharee Kayal smirked slightly before Noelle spoke up again, she pinned the source of Sharee's want on the brandy and offered to pick up something from town to ease the effects of the brandy. Though it was a kind offer it was also obviously a way to warm up to the captain. Though when Sharee spoke up again she showed she was clearly not interested, "Oh, I can say that my intent is not just flattery." She said as straightforward as possible. Kayal once more held back the urge to laugh. Sharee's voice soon picked up again, "For something like this...my duties can wait." She said before someone began walking, their footsteps quickly got closer and Kayal's humor quickly faded. He silently changed his position quickly and silently slipping into the hallway he had come from so he would avoid being seen by Sharee as she reached the door.
As the footsteps stopped she spoke up again, "You know, I can't quite tell you why I feel that way about you, it's just..." She said happily before suddenly and abruptly the door was slammed shut. It took Kayal all he had to keep from jumping. His heartbeat quickened and he stepped out from the hallway he had hidden in looking as though he had just arrived. He half expected to see Sharee standing in front of the door but found the room was empty and soon realized the voices from the other side of the door. kayal let out a sight of relief. As he did he noticed something odd, though the voices were muffled he could make out a distinct change in tone from what he recognized as Sharee's voice.
Kayal eyed the door with complete and utter surprise. "What in oblivion?" He said under his breath as he continued to watch the door. Soon Kayal calmed and he retook his place leaning on a nearby wall this time a little further away from the door. He could not lie he was extremely curious what was going on in that room right now but he choose not to push his luck any further. Instead he lifted his hand before him and summoned forth a fireball that he kept floating just above his hand, slowly he began passing the orb back and forth between his hands as he tried his best to distract himself.
This whole going to bed at 3:00 am has got to stop my god. XD
Lightbox said
Anyway moving on... so since we're not doing orgies... anyone got any interesting plans for their character during the rp they wish to divulge? ;)
Always my friend, always. Though I am not willing to divulge them I am more so willing to leave them as a surprise. You know me.
Hailfire said
Fuck... Are you ok?
Sorry, I was just kinda cooling off after a shitty day at work. But I am all calmed down now so yay. Haha sorry. XD
Fuck work, fuck people, fuck children, fuck birthdays, fuck corporates and especially FUCK SCOTTSDALE PARENTS!
Muttonhawk said
Fantastically well. I am certainly not fine by far, but you could say I'm close to spectacular. It has indeed been a while. How's life been treating you, Leon?
Well that is very good my friend I am glad things are going well. And life has been treating me fantastically as well. I couldn't be happier with how things have been going for me lately and they only seem to be getting better from here.
Though I really should be heading to bed, sleep is calling my name.
Light box correct me if I am wrong but is your character's image Kirito from GGO?
Finally After such a large amount of work I can finally say with much joy, Telmeck's CS is complete.
Name: Telmeck'Rorta
Species: Rothian
Height: 8' 0''
Age: 596
Gender: Male
Appearance: Telmeck has bright yellow gold eyes and black scales covering his entire back, the top of his head, his face, all of his arms and tail as well as the outside of his legs. On his chest, stomach, the inside of his legs and on his neck and chin his scales turn to that of a faded white color.
Equipment: Telmeck wears armor similar to this except outfitted for Rothians. His helm is outfitted with advanced vision filters giving him the ability for visibility in multiple situations. His armor is design to be able to take a beating but does add to weight as a downside.
Telmeck's primary rifle is specifically designed for medium to long range combat situations but can carry it's own weight in close combat situations. Running of the same technology as all Rothian weapons but boasting a costume design.
Telmeck's sniper is for the most part the general issue Rothian sniper rifle only with a few advancements to the scope and attachments to make it more personalized and to Telmeck's liking.
Telmeck's pistol is a variant of the Fusion Hand-Cannon model, this model sacrifices power for a higher firing rate.
Skills: Telmeck's primary role in combat is a rifleman. He has great marksmanship when it comes to long or medium range engagements but can still hold his own in close quarters fighting. He is an excellent shot with most weapons and prefers precision to suppression based weapons. Telmeck also has extensive hand-to-hand training both from military training and from his childhood he spars regularly with anyone who would join him most of the time it being his squad mates. He has also received some field training when it comes to medical situations and can do enough work to keep someone alive should they be wounded in the field, though his medical knowledge works best when assisting a trained medic. Though when it truly comes down to it, Telmeck's main position in a fight is in the front, combat is his main forte.
Implant: Telmeck has managed to acquire himself several neutrium based implants either by military funding or by his own purchase. One such of his implants increase his hand eye coordination giving him faster reaction times, and steadier aim. Another of his implants increases his muscle density making him able to carry more, hit harder and other wise be stronger then his body naturally allows. His third and final implant allows him to turn of his bodies pain receptors at will making him unable to feel pain, a double edged sword as he is able to carry on when others would be stricken with pain but he can also be numbed to the danger he is truly in by a wound because of this he tries to cycle between having this implant enabled and disabled.
Background: The Rothian society has always held an air of prosperity and wealth to it. Their bustling cities with buildings that challenge the heavens themselves with their beauty and illustriousness. True cities of riches where someone with proper ambition and the right ideas can make a name for themselves and carve out an existence in this society. But for someone like Kova, the world is not such a forgiving place it is cruel and careless and if the world was, then so should he. He was an ambitious man, he wanted more for him and his wife Mara then what this life had to offer he was on the more unfortunate side of Rothian society but he wanted more then anything to be at the top and nothing would stop him. Mara on the other hand was a caring woman, she just wanted to see her husband happy she did not want to be as rich as she could be she just wanted enough so they could live happy and not struggle from paycheck to paycheck as they were.
He turned to the life of crime making money selling and smuggling drugs into and out of cities. Within a few years he began making a name for himself he was making money and people were noticing. One by one people came to him looking for work until he had a worthy cohort behind his back. As more people came to him he only made more and more. When rivals arose he offered them a place at his side or threatened to break them down. And after the first few that denied learned their lesson more and more people began giving way to him. Soon Kova's realized he had the ability to be more then just a drug dealer, the options were open to him and so long as he played his cards smart he could rise to the top...and rise he did much to the discomfort of his wife.
He began expanding his business and as he did his wealth grew until he was considerably wealthy. He had created himself his own little empire and he was looking to grow till he was a larger then any other. There was nothing he wasn't willing to do to make his way to the top, he would lie, cheat, steal, kill blackmail himself to the top. He was a cruel and calculating but brilliant. Every move he made was well thought and if it went south he always had a back up plan. He corrupted political officials in order to give his business more room to develop and breath. Soon he began expanding even more now purchasing legitimate businesses and using them as covers and as ways to gain even more income and he had now worked his way to riches, but no matter how wealthy he got he always wanted more, he would never be sated.
Then the day came where Kova's wife Mara finally asked the question she had been wanting to for ages. Kova had always been a caring husband he was attentive and kind to her. She ran some of the legitimate businesses and showed she had her husbands talent at making money, but unlike him she cared about every person that worked below her she made sure they we safe and secure in their jobs. They had the life she had always wanted even if the means were dark and gritty, she was ready to start a family. But as the question was asked she saw a new side to Kova.
The process of applying for a child required many background checks and thorough reviews and could threaten that his business be discovered he denied but Mara pushed. Eventually the couple got into a terrible fight that ended in the two refusing to speak to each other for days. From that point their relationship was severely strained, the happy couple that had been was no more Mara had seen the true side to her husband and knew the kind of man that he was she no longer loved him and he her. She did not dare try to end the marriage for fear of his wrath not until she could ensure her safety and the safety of the child she discovered she was carrying. Over the past few months her belly had swollen as the egg developed. Mara's closest friend Jakra, was the only person she trusted to openly tell about the pregnancy. Jakra worked closely under Kova and managed many aspects of Kova's business but he was nothing like Kova, he was kind and caring only brought into this business by his family relations. Jakra promised that he would find a way to get Mara away so she could raise the child in peace. But fate had other things in mind.
Finally the time came when Mara laid the egg and at that point there was no hiding the pregnancy, Kova who had been suspecting this, was outraged. Any emotion or care he had felt for this woman was washed away in the waves of anger that came with what he considered this betrayal, the fact that she kept it secret from him only made him believe that the child was not his which only helped to swell his rage. If Kova had his way both Mara and the egg would have been disposed of. But mid way through the fight they were interrupted with something even more important to Kova then his "vengeance" his business. A rival had sacked one of his warehouses and taken everything in it and killed every guard taking millions worth in merchandise. As Kova began his campaign to bring about the destruction of his rival Mara and the egg had gotten themselves a reprieve.
When the time finally came for the egg to be hatched, Mara was given one of the happiest things in her life, she held in her arms her own child. As she lay there holding her newborn in her arms Kova entered the room only to deliver one malice soaked message. That in no way would that child be able to take his name. With that he left not speaking another work. But Mara had no intention to name her son after the monster she had married, she already had a name in mind for him Telmeck'Rorta.
As Telmeck grew his place his fathers eyes was made perfectly clear, he was kept away from sight he could barely see anyone save for a select few. He rarely saw his father and when he did he only received angry glares. When night fell he could hear the distant shouts of his parents fighting, he did not know what they fought about all he knew was the echoes of their voice from down the hallways. Jakra, was one of the few other people Telmeck was allowed to see. Jakra was a kind man he made sure Telmeck and Mara had everything they needed. He even pulled some strings to give Telmeck the best private tutors available.
Then one dark night when Telmeck was barely at the age of twelve, one of Mara and Kova’s fights took a much more violent turn that ended with the lose of his mother life right before his eyes and very nearly the lose of his own. Only because the realization of his actions finally dawned on Kova and he collapsed to the floor stricken with grief over what he had done to the woman he loved did Telmeck manage to survive.
The for the next few years of Telmeck’s life he was gripped by a dark depression. His days were spent away from sight only able to see the few people Jakra pulled the strings for him to see. When Telmeck reached the age of eighteen Jakra began training Telmeck how to fight hoping that one day, should Kova’s anger get the better of him and he try to kill or harm Telmeck, he would be able to do something to stand up to him.
By the time Telmeck turned twenty two fate finally presented an opportunity that would change Telmeck’s life forever. In a raid upon Kova’s home led by one of Kova’s rivals Jakra was finally given the opportunity he needed to fulfill his promise to Mara. In the ensuing chaos of the raid Jakra managed to sneak Telmeck away from Kova’s control before the situation was brought under control. Jakra then put Telmeck into hiding away from the constant threat of Kova and his underlings. While in hiding Jakra continued Telmeck’s training and even got Telmeck the psychiatric care he required after the trauma he had been dealt.
What soon came as a surprise was that, now that he was finally free from Kova’s influence, Telmeck quickly began to show his ability to cope with what he had witnessed and gone through and his mental health began to improve rapidly. Though remarkably strong willed for years to come Telmeck’s depression would return in episodes that would could nearly lead to him taking his own life. As Telmeck grew older he took more of an interest to the sparring and training that Jakra provided him with as well as advancing his studies.
Much to Jakra and Telmeck’s luck the cover story that Telmeck had been killed in the raid passed by Kova with ease bringing him almost pleasure at the news. Which brought great relief to Jakra as that meant there was no immediate danger to Telmeck nor was there any attempt to find him.
As Telmeck reached the age of thirty more news came down the line as a successful government raid took place on Kova’s headquarters which resulted in Kova’s death as well as that of many other kingpins.
As Jakra severed what little ties he had remaining to Kova’s organization. He and Telmeck both were finally able to breath a sigh of relief that this part of their lives was finally over. Jakra and Telmeck came clean to authorities with Telmeck’s identity and relation to the criminal kingpin Kova and Jakra’s relation to the two as well as how he had rescued Telmeck from Kova. By the end of it all Jakra and his wife Laria were granted legal custody over Telmeck and were granted amnesty for Jakra’s association with Kova in exchange for what had been done and the location and details of some of the surviving members of Kova’s organization.
Finally Jakra and Telmeck were able to wash their hands of the whole mess that had been Kova’s criminal empire. Telmeck continued on his life as free as can be, taking his required military training at the age of forty before enlisting in the Rothian military by the time he was 50. In the enlistment training he excelled, it seemed he had a natural edge when it came to fighting. His years of hand-to-hand training made him quite the fighter when it came to close quarters fighting and it was discovered he had something of a natural skill when it came down to using a rifle
By the time he graduated and was officially a fully fledged soldier in the Rothian armed forces he was top of his class and had caught the eye of several of his superiors. Over the next hundred years Telmeck proved himself a skilled soldier and loyal in the defense of the Rothian people.
When the contact war sparked between the Humans and the Sovereignty like all of those in the Rothian military Telmeck sat on the edge of his seat as he awaited word of whether or not the Rothians would step into the war effort. As news report after news report of entire planets and colonies falling or being wiped out to the onslaught of the Sovereignty Telmeck’s patience grew thinner and thinner, he felt they could not simple sit by and watch the humans suffer in this fashion.
But finally as it was confirmed the Rothian’s would step into the war effort Telmeck could not say so strongly that he was pleased to hear the news. For the first time in ages there was a war on a massive scale. Three civilizations clashed over populated planets decimating cities and even entire planets themselves. It was truly unlike anything they had experienced before, but through it all Telmeck’s dedication never faltered.
Throughout the bloody war effort Telmeck earned himself recognition and promotions, he was a skilled soldier and the powers that be were sure to recognize that. Finally it all came down to one mission near to the middle of the war effort when Telmeck’s unite was assigned to assist one of the Rothian spec ops scout squads in the assault on a Sovereignty position. Though the mission went badly and ended up costing multiple casualties on the part of both Telmeck’s unite and the Scout squad. But in the end the mission was dubbed a pyrrhic victory as the facility was taken but the losses were too great to celebrate.
During the mission Telmeck had proven his skill numerous times and played a pivotal role in the taking of the facility. Immediately after Telmeck was give a promotion and was transferred to the Rothian Spec ops Scout team were for the remainder of the war he took part in pivotal missions deep into enemy territory and right on the front lines.
As the war came to an end all sides breathed a heavy sigh of relief. But no matter the celebrations the casualties both civilian and military and the damage done was too great to tell. After the war was over Telmeck’s team continued to receive missions, many of which were classified, that took them into unfriendly planets for days at a time for reconnaissance, or to commence raids on facilities deemed worthy of the Rothian military's attention.
Name: Telmeck'Rorta
Species: Rothian
Height: 8' 0''
Age: 596
Gender: Male
Appearance: Telmeck has bright yellow gold eyes and black scales covering his entire back, the top of his head, his face, all of his arms and tail as well as the outside of his legs. On his chest, stomach, the inside of his legs and on his neck and chin his scales turn to that of a faded white color.
Equipment: Telmeck wears armor similar to this except outfitted for Rothians. His helm is outfitted with advanced vision filters giving him the ability for visibility in multiple situations. His armor is design to be able to take a beating but does add to weight as a downside.
Telmeck's primary rifle is specifically designed for medium to long range combat situations but can carry it's own weight in close combat situations. Running of the same technology as all Rothian weapons but boasting a costume design.
Telmeck's sniper is for the most part the general issue Rothian sniper rifle only with a few advancements to the scope and attachments to make it more personalized and to Telmeck's liking.
Telmeck's pistol is a variant of the Fusion Hand-Cannon model, this model sacrifices power for a higher firing rate.
Skills: Telmeck's primary role in combat is a rifleman. He has great marksmanship when it comes to long or medium range engagements but can still hold his own in close quarters fighting. He is an excellent shot with most weapons and prefers precision to suppression based weapons. Telmeck also has extensive hand-to-hand training both from military training and from his childhood he spars regularly with anyone who would join him most of the time it being his squad mates. He has also received some field training when it comes to medical situations and can do enough work to keep someone alive should they be wounded in the field, though his medical knowledge works best when assisting a trained medic. Though when it truly comes down to it, Telmeck's main position in a fight is in the front, combat is his main forte.
Implant: Telmeck has managed to acquire himself several neutrium based implants either by military funding or by his own purchase. One such of his implants increase his hand eye coordination giving him faster reaction times, and steadier aim. Another of his implants increases his muscle density making him able to carry more, hit harder and other wise be stronger then his body naturally allows. His third and final implant allows him to turn of his bodies pain receptors at will making him unable to feel pain, a double edged sword as he is able to carry on when others would be stricken with pain but he can also be numbed to the danger he is truly in by a wound because of this he tries to cycle between having this implant enabled and disabled.
Background: The Rothian society has always held an air of prosperity and wealth to it. Their bustling cities with buildings that challenge the heavens themselves with their beauty and illustriousness. True cities of riches where someone with proper ambition and the right ideas can make a name for themselves and carve out an existence in this society. But for someone like Kova, the world is not such a forgiving place it is cruel and careless and if the world was, then so should he. He was an ambitious man, he wanted more for him and his wife Mara then what this life had to offer he was on the more unfortunate side of Rothian society but he wanted more then anything to be at the top and nothing would stop him. Mara on the other hand was a caring woman, she just wanted to see her husband happy she did not want to be as rich as she could be she just wanted enough so they could live happy and not struggle from paycheck to paycheck as they were.
He turned to the life of crime making money selling and smuggling drugs into and out of cities. Within a few years he began making a name for himself he was making money and people were noticing. One by one people came to him looking for work until he had a worthy cohort behind his back. As more people came to him he only made more and more. When rivals arose he offered them a place at his side or threatened to break them down. And after the first few that denied learned their lesson more and more people began giving way to him. Soon Kova's realized he had the ability to be more then just a drug dealer, the options were open to him and so long as he played his cards smart he could rise to the top...and rise he did much to the discomfort of his wife.
He began expanding his business and as he did his wealth grew until he was considerably wealthy. He had created himself his own little empire and he was looking to grow till he was a larger then any other. There was nothing he wasn't willing to do to make his way to the top, he would lie, cheat, steal, kill blackmail himself to the top. He was a cruel and calculating but brilliant. Every move he made was well thought and if it went south he always had a back up plan. He corrupted political officials in order to give his business more room to develop and breath. Soon he began expanding even more now purchasing legitimate businesses and using them as covers and as ways to gain even more income and he had now worked his way to riches, but no matter how wealthy he got he always wanted more, he would never be sated.
Then the day came where Kova's wife Mara finally asked the question she had been wanting to for ages. Kova had always been a caring husband he was attentive and kind to her. She ran some of the legitimate businesses and showed she had her husbands talent at making money, but unlike him she cared about every person that worked below her she made sure they we safe and secure in their jobs. They had the life she had always wanted even if the means were dark and gritty, she was ready to start a family. But as the question was asked she saw a new side to Kova.
The process of applying for a child required many background checks and thorough reviews and could threaten that his business be discovered he denied but Mara pushed. Eventually the couple got into a terrible fight that ended in the two refusing to speak to each other for days. From that point their relationship was severely strained, the happy couple that had been was no more Mara had seen the true side to her husband and knew the kind of man that he was she no longer loved him and he her. She did not dare try to end the marriage for fear of his wrath not until she could ensure her safety and the safety of the child she discovered she was carrying. Over the past few months her belly had swollen as the egg developed. Mara's closest friend Jakra, was the only person she trusted to openly tell about the pregnancy. Jakra worked closely under Kova and managed many aspects of Kova's business but he was nothing like Kova, he was kind and caring only brought into this business by his family relations. Jakra promised that he would find a way to get Mara away so she could raise the child in peace. But fate had other things in mind.
Finally the time came when Mara laid the egg and at that point there was no hiding the pregnancy, Kova who had been suspecting this, was outraged. Any emotion or care he had felt for this woman was washed away in the waves of anger that came with what he considered this betrayal, the fact that she kept it secret from him only made him believe that the child was not his which only helped to swell his rage. If Kova had his way both Mara and the egg would have been disposed of. But mid way through the fight they were interrupted with something even more important to Kova then his "vengeance" his business. A rival had sacked one of his warehouses and taken everything in it and killed every guard taking millions worth in merchandise. As Kova began his campaign to bring about the destruction of his rival Mara and the egg had gotten themselves a reprieve.
When the time finally came for the egg to be hatched, Mara was given one of the happiest things in her life, she held in her arms her own child. As she lay there holding her newborn in her arms Kova entered the room only to deliver one malice soaked message. That in no way would that child be able to take his name. With that he left not speaking another work. But Mara had no intention to name her son after the monster she had married, she already had a name in mind for him Telmeck'Rorta.
As Telmeck grew his place his fathers eyes was made perfectly clear, he was kept away from sight he could barely see anyone save for a select few. He rarely saw his father and when he did he only received angry glares. When night fell he could hear the distant shouts of his parents fighting, he did not know what they fought about all he knew was the echoes of their voice from down the hallways. Jakra, was one of the few other people Telmeck was allowed to see. Jakra was a kind man he made sure Telmeck and Mara had everything they needed. He even pulled some strings to give Telmeck the best private tutors available.
Then one dark night when Telmeck was barely at the age of twelve, one of Mara and Kova’s fights took a much more violent turn that ended with the lose of his mother life right before his eyes and very nearly the lose of his own. Only because the realization of his actions finally dawned on Kova and he collapsed to the floor stricken with grief over what he had done to the woman he loved did Telmeck manage to survive.
The for the next few years of Telmeck’s life he was gripped by a dark depression. His days were spent away from sight only able to see the few people Jakra pulled the strings for him to see. When Telmeck reached the age of eighteen Jakra began training Telmeck how to fight hoping that one day, should Kova’s anger get the better of him and he try to kill or harm Telmeck, he would be able to do something to stand up to him.
By the time Telmeck turned twenty two fate finally presented an opportunity that would change Telmeck’s life forever. In a raid upon Kova’s home led by one of Kova’s rivals Jakra was finally given the opportunity he needed to fulfill his promise to Mara. In the ensuing chaos of the raid Jakra managed to sneak Telmeck away from Kova’s control before the situation was brought under control. Jakra then put Telmeck into hiding away from the constant threat of Kova and his underlings. While in hiding Jakra continued Telmeck’s training and even got Telmeck the psychiatric care he required after the trauma he had been dealt.
What soon came as a surprise was that, now that he was finally free from Kova’s influence, Telmeck quickly began to show his ability to cope with what he had witnessed and gone through and his mental health began to improve rapidly. Though remarkably strong willed for years to come Telmeck’s depression would return in episodes that would could nearly lead to him taking his own life. As Telmeck grew older he took more of an interest to the sparring and training that Jakra provided him with as well as advancing his studies.
Much to Jakra and Telmeck’s luck the cover story that Telmeck had been killed in the raid passed by Kova with ease bringing him almost pleasure at the news. Which brought great relief to Jakra as that meant there was no immediate danger to Telmeck nor was there any attempt to find him.
As Telmeck reached the age of thirty more news came down the line as a successful government raid took place on Kova’s headquarters which resulted in Kova’s death as well as that of many other kingpins.
As Jakra severed what little ties he had remaining to Kova’s organization. He and Telmeck both were finally able to breath a sigh of relief that this part of their lives was finally over. Jakra and Telmeck came clean to authorities with Telmeck’s identity and relation to the criminal kingpin Kova and Jakra’s relation to the two as well as how he had rescued Telmeck from Kova. By the end of it all Jakra and his wife Laria were granted legal custody over Telmeck and were granted amnesty for Jakra’s association with Kova in exchange for what had been done and the location and details of some of the surviving members of Kova’s organization.
Finally Jakra and Telmeck were able to wash their hands of the whole mess that had been Kova’s criminal empire. Telmeck continued on his life as free as can be, taking his required military training at the age of forty before enlisting in the Rothian military by the time he was 50. In the enlistment training he excelled, it seemed he had a natural edge when it came to fighting. His years of hand-to-hand training made him quite the fighter when it came to close quarters fighting and it was discovered he had something of a natural skill when it came down to using a rifle
By the time he graduated and was officially a fully fledged soldier in the Rothian armed forces he was top of his class and had caught the eye of several of his superiors. Over the next hundred years Telmeck proved himself a skilled soldier and loyal in the defense of the Rothian people.
When the contact war sparked between the Humans and the Sovereignty like all of those in the Rothian military Telmeck sat on the edge of his seat as he awaited word of whether or not the Rothians would step into the war effort. As news report after news report of entire planets and colonies falling or being wiped out to the onslaught of the Sovereignty Telmeck’s patience grew thinner and thinner, he felt they could not simple sit by and watch the humans suffer in this fashion.
But finally as it was confirmed the Rothian’s would step into the war effort Telmeck could not say so strongly that he was pleased to hear the news. For the first time in ages there was a war on a massive scale. Three civilizations clashed over populated planets decimating cities and even entire planets themselves. It was truly unlike anything they had experienced before, but through it all Telmeck’s dedication never faltered.
Throughout the bloody war effort Telmeck earned himself recognition and promotions, he was a skilled soldier and the powers that be were sure to recognize that. Finally it all came down to one mission near to the middle of the war effort when Telmeck’s unite was assigned to assist one of the Rothian spec ops scout squads in the assault on a Sovereignty position. Though the mission went badly and ended up costing multiple casualties on the part of both Telmeck’s unite and the Scout squad. But in the end the mission was dubbed a pyrrhic victory as the facility was taken but the losses were too great to celebrate.
During the mission Telmeck had proven his skill numerous times and played a pivotal role in the taking of the facility. Immediately after Telmeck was give a promotion and was transferred to the Rothian Spec ops Scout team were for the remainder of the war he took part in pivotal missions deep into enemy territory and right on the front lines.
As the war came to an end all sides breathed a heavy sigh of relief. But no matter the celebrations the casualties both civilian and military and the damage done was too great to tell. After the war was over Telmeck’s team continued to receive missions, many of which were classified, that took them into unfriendly planets for days at a time for reconnaissance, or to commence raids on facilities deemed worthy of the Rothian military's attention.
Hmm, go to bed so I can wake up for work tomorrow or stay up and finish Telmeck's CS...decisions decisions.
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