Marcus XVI

The Quest for the Starrsword

She had found something in Fotanev - something that had been rare in the roads. A worthy opponent whom had bested her in swordplay. It was a day after the duel and the cut Ramia had gotten to the side of her mouth had healed surprisingly well. To her it was a token of pride - even though it gave her a bit of a half smile. As the Raven of Kastagir enjoyed the fine ale of the White Hart Inn she silently contemplated on the long road ahead of her. If even in a relatively small town like Fotanev had the occasional swordsman who'd beat her with relative ease how would she survive in a real battle?

She took a little sip of ale and continued her ponderings while occasionally taking a little glance around herself - as if to make sure the bar fight wasn't moving towards her. Patrons came and went, every time a new patron would ener the Inn Ramia would examine them from afar - as if measuring them up.

The Quest for the Starrsword

Name: Ramia Elanna Kastagir, The Raven of Kastagir
Age: 34
Race: Human

Appearance: Ramia stands at just below 6 feet and is quite broad shouldered. Her overall physique could easily be called athletic.

Her left arm has a long scar running from the knuckles all the way to her elbow and she has noticeable difficulty moving the index and middle fingers of that hand. Ramia's right hand lacks the very tip of it's middle finger and the palm also has a barely noticeable scar.

Her eye color varies between green and blue depending on how sunlight hits them.

She keeps her black hair - which is an oddity in her family line - cut short from the front and the slightly longer back part is kept in a ponytail that barely extends to her shoulders.

Ramia wears comfortable clothes that do not hinder her movement - a simple white silk shirt with long sleeves, a pair of gray - admittedly quite form fitting - pants and black leather boots that extend just under her knees. Around her waist she has a belt from which hang a parrying dagger on the left side and a rapier on the right. Also hanging from the belt is a small coin purse and a single left handed leather glove with thin metal plates covering the knuckles and the back of the hand.

Personality: Thoygh not officially a knight Ramia really aspires to act like one. She tries to be noble without fault, be honorable in combat and aid those in need. She can seem a bit cold towards those she deems beneath herself, but proves to be a stalwart ally to those she deems as her equal.

Background: As the third child with a pair of older brothers Ramia's inheritance seemed rather nonexistent. Her brothers would split the duchy and she'd only have the name of the noble house of Kastagir as her inheritance. At the very least Ramia's parents gave her free reign to do what she wished and provided her with a good education.

They also permitted her to lean swordplay - and learn she did. Eventually the Raven of Kastagir's skills outgrew the duchy and she set out to find more skilled opponents in other parts of the world. Though every victory gave her experience and confidence even the losses taught her. She learned from every cut, nick and scar - sometimes she learned humility, or perhaps to be less overconfident. Her travels have taken Ramia to many places and she has locked blades with many a skilled swordsman.

The Quest for the Starrsword

Name: Ramia Elanna Kastagir, The Raven of Kastagir
Age: 34
Race: Human

Appearance: Ramia stands at just below 6 feet and is quite broad shouldered. Her overall physique could easily be called athletic.

Her left arm has a long scar running from the knuckles all the way to her elbow and she has noticeable difficulty moving the index and middle fingers of that hand. Ramia's right hand lacks the very tip of it's middle finger and the palm also has a barely noticeable scar.

Her eye color varies between green and blue depending on how sunlight hits them.

She keeps her black hair - which is an oddity in her family line - cut short from the front and the slightly longer back part is kept in a ponytail that barely extends to her shoulders.

Ramia wears comfortable clothes that do not hinder her movement - a simple white silk shirt with long sleeves, a pair of gray - admittedly quite form fitting - pants and black leather boots that extend just under her knees. Around her waist she has a belt from which hang a parrying dagger on the left side and a rapier on the right. Also hanging from the belt is a small coin purse and a single left handed leather glove with thin metal plates covering the knuckles and the back of the hand.

Personality: Thoygh not officially a knight Ramia really aspires to act like one. She tries to be noble without fault, be honorable in combat and aid those in need. She can seem a bit cold towards those she deems beneath herself, but proves to be a stalwart ally to those she deems as her equal.

Background: As the third child with a pair of older brothers Ramia's inheritance seemed rather nonexistent. Her brothers would split the duchy and she'd only have the name of the noble house of Kastagir as her inheritance. At the very least Ramia's parents gave her free reign to do what she wished and provided her with a good education.

They also permitted her to lean swordplay - and learn she did. Eventually the Raven of Kastagir's skills outgrew the duchy and she set out to find more skilled opponents in other parts of the world. Though every victory gave her experience and confidence even the losses taught her. She learned from every cut, nick and scar - sometimes she learned humility, or perhaps to be less overconfident. Her travels have taken Ramia to many places and she has locked blades with many a skilled swordsman.

The Odyssey Expedition (Sci-fi/Futuristic RP)

Janos examined their surroundings with some degree of fascination. Every once and a while he took a quick glance around to make sure the whole group was still present - in his opinion staying together was the best plan. "You folks think this thing would make for nice fireworks? b'cause I sure do." He had never blown up an alien vessel before and since this particular one seemed deserted... "If we could find whatever powers this damn thing up and overload it..." He shook his head slightly and shrugged his shoulders "Though if I ain't mistaken this is some tech none of us have really seen before..." For a moment the explosives expert turns his attention to Max "Could you please stop waving that thing around?"

The Odyssey Expedition (Sci-fi/Futuristic RP)

I'll sadly have to postpone my posting till tomorrow.

The Odyssey Expedition (Sci-fi/Futuristic RP)

I posted, it's a bit short, but atleast it's a post, right ? ^^

The Odyssey Expedition (Sci-fi/Futuristic RP)

Janos had moved to the shuttle bay with the rest of the group and listened to Yamesh's explanation about all the tech things with notable interest. He kept the visor of his helmet down - mostly to hide the little smirk of his as the Santerian mentioned the chance of the laser rifle exploding. The explosives expert managed to keep any amusement away from his tone as he spoke. "Good to know I'm not the only one who's equipped with a prototype. I just hope this damn suit holds together as planned..." He briefly opened the visor and still kept mostly straight faced. "So, no touching anything that goes over our feeble human mind's capacity for comprehension - even if the thing blinks."

The Odyssey Expedition (Sci-fi/Futuristic RP)

No worries, I'll have a post up soon ^^

The Odyssey Expedition (Sci-fi/Futuristic RP)

Janos got geared up with some difficulty - usually he had someone to help with getting to his suit, but he had also gotten the hang of it to get the damn thing on by himself. He picked up his grenade launcher, holstered his pistol and picked up a case that perhaps housed some explosive components - or even ready made explosives. Then he finally activated his suit's hydraulics and his helmet's targeting and communications HUD. With a little hand movement the explosives expert opened the heavy visor of his helmet that had a stylized skull emblem covering it. "Really wish I'd have more time to calibrate the damn hydraulics of this thing, but guess that can wait." He mumbled to himself while taking a few cautious steps to make sure the suit was working as it should.

Janos' heavy footsteps soon closed in on the bridge. He carried the grenade launcher on his back and had a bandolieer across his chest that housed several color marked munitions for his MGL. "So, what's all this abou..." He cut off his own question as he glanced outside and saw the ship. "...I think it's about that one, yes? So, what's the course of action?"

The Odyssey Expedition (Sci-fi/Futuristic RP)

Janos was slightly taken aback by Akame's seeming enthusiasm. He just smiled faintly and nodded "The name is Janos Kalpa, but I'd prefer to be called Tsar - an old callsign from back home so... It's kinda stuck." He gave Stellan a quick glance and smirked a bit. "Hate to admit it, but I havn't even heard of the place before it was mentioned today - Havn't really paid any attention to galactic goings on to be honest." As he spoke the explosives expert placed the metal case on the floor and opened it to reveal his pistol and the MGL. "Ah, all of my toys in perfect order."

As Yamesh made his little transmission Janos began immediately check his armor for things that weren't there before. "I swear to god if that damn fellow has tampered with my gear too much I'm going to shove an unpinned grenade so far up his ass that he'll choke to death before blowing up..." He mumbled under his breath. Judging by the slight agitation the man really did not like when people dared to touch his equipment without permission.