Mas Bagus

Through a Wayward Glimmer -- to a Faraway Place

After mulling it over, I think I will participate. So here is my character, ready for evaluation

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Name: Sonia Al-Hathya
Appearance: Sonia is a fair-skinned young woman with a lean build. She is 172 tall, with red hair that is either tightened in a loose ponytail or be left untied. Like any other demon descendant, she has red, slitted pupils, and short spiky horns jutting out of her head.
Sonia wears a basic black shirt, skirt, and leggings, and as a hunter, she often complements her appearance with a drab green coat with oversized hoodies to accommodate her protruding horn and striking red hair.

General Rendition

Character Background: Sonia was the daughter of a weapons inventor and dealer named Davon Alhazen who once was the biggest supplier for warring countries in the northern side of the continent, and he maintained that successful enterprise until the assassination of him and his wife ten years ago.

Luckily, Sonia survived the ordeal, but it had left her scarred both physically and mentally, which later led to partial amnesia she suffered for a few following years, leaving only her skill in marksmanship and a few fragments of her identity, the only and necessary skill she capitalized to survive as a hunter, and a way to earn a living even after she recovered her memories.

It has been a month without a single contract, and while she was far from being destitute, Sonia prefers to keep herself in a constant, monthly paycheck. So she grabbed the flyer and rode to Windermere. It was not a hunting job, true, but after completing her training in Rosemary, she was also eager to put her tracking skills to the test.

Skillsets:

-Heightened Senses
As an expert hunter, Sonia can hear and spot what others would have missed. Useful in tracking and examining trails, old and new. Relying on this instinct, she could also sense unseen danger.

-Expert Marksmanship
Sonia can shoot accurately over a long distance, as long as her weapons allow, and thankfully her unique crossbow was designed for such a great effective range. Her record was one hundred and fifty meters in shooting a target at its vital point.

-Survivalist
As a hunter, Sonia has all the skills she needs to survive indefinitely in almost all sylvan environments

Equipment
-Alhazen Crossbow
Designed by her father, and the only thing she inherited from her parents after the tragedy. It was a weapon like no other, with a stock and lower body resembling a shortened musket. It was made of black and smooth materials like painted metal, but it was not at all metal, it felt lighter, with pulleys and specialized strings attached to its reversed limbs. The crossbow is operated mainly by pulling the charging handle under its barrel, and a bolt would then be affixed to the barrel, making it both unassuming but still an engineering marvel at the same time.

-Backpack
A medium-sized backpack containing all the necessities for all your woodland adventures.

-Medikit
Generic first aid kit that is in the name only. Upon closer inspection, it looked nothing like the "first aid kit" commonly sold in the market. Consult with Sonia before use.

-Multi-purpose machete
Used for skinning. It has a toothed edge on one side. Always maintained therefore very sharp.

-Canvas quiver containing 25 bolts
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This is my first option, depending on the complete roster and other player's preferences, I might propose another character instead of this one. Likely Edwarg if we lack any healers, or someone else if we lack any vanguard.

And, about the discord for this RP, can I have the link?

Through a Wayward Glimmer -- to a Faraway Place

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Hmm I'd say the fewer magical / fantastical elements regarding the character, the better... since the theme of the RP focuses on characters traveling from a mundane to a bizarre world, there's more of an effect if the contrast is greater. However this is still low fantasy so magic isn't totally prohibited. To give a more balanced example, if you're familiar with D&D / TTRPGs, something like a level 1-3 magic user here would be acceptable, but probably nothing much more than that. If you'd like to provide more specific examples of your characters' abilities, I can let you know how appropriate I feel they would be.

@spiral origin

Ah, I see, after some consideration I think will sit this one out for the time being. Good luck, and I hope everyone participating will have a great time.

Through a Wayward Glimmer -- to a Faraway Place

(Note: The setting we are starting in leans towards low fantasy, so a somewhat reserved approach regarding character creation would be preferred. For example, your character knowing some magic would be fine, but being a giant land-squid with time traveling capabilities, not as much. If you're unsure, just ask~ ^^)

@spiral origin

Looking at the criteria and example, I see that the lower and upper thresholds are quite radical. Surely I would personally stay away from submitting Mr. Big Squiddy Time Traveler, but what qualifies as "knowing some magic" anyway? Because looking at some of my characters, the magical properties in their skillsets are anything but "some", but they certainly nothing bizarre like time travelling.

Through a Wayward Glimmer -- to a Faraway Place

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Hello! Thanks for your interest! Feel free to register by submitting a character sheet~

@spiral origin

Understood, but I think I need to see what other players have first before deploying mine.

Through a Wayward Glimmer -- to a Faraway Place

Sign me up!

Absolved Will Be the Saviors

The next obelisk emerged, further fortifying the belief that those intruders were not all talk, but before it could jut itself out completely Amaris managed to reined her impulse (thank God) and the escalation stopped with the soldiers raising their weapons in anticipation.

"Unfortunately for me and fortunately for you, that man is the one that holds my 'leash'. One word from him and I will gladly continue. One of the three obelisks is already up and I was just about to invoke the second one~"

Whether her words could grant some sense of relief, the soldiers, particularly those at the front did not show it, although there was no hiding it that behind them the common grunts and enlisted alike were hunkering in fear.

The retreating process went along slowly and tight, with Carmen walking cautiously to the gate while looking back occasionally to ensure nobody made a misstep in this already tense situation. Tretagorians tended to do whatever they could to keep their dignity, but they were not unreasonable. Hopefully.

After that long walk, the party retreated back to the woods, thankfully without any accident. Osric was there, and the gun was still pointing at the gate, who remained clear of any soldiers. The fire was still burning and the smoke was still high.

Carmen did not speak much, his eyes were half on her teammates and the wrecked garrison far north as if fearing a company of soldiers emerged to storm them when they were unguarded. Lynx whimpered when he brought her up onto his horse, and even at that, he did not say anything but a few stoic words.

"Keep still, we will look at your wound when we are at a safe distance."

Leading the group, the captain rode forth toward the road.

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It was unfortunate that Ludvig left his horse with the group. It could at least minimize the loss they suffered after that chaotic assault, allowing the party to travel at a reliable speed without fearing the pursuit of the enemies they just made. After some galloping and much cantering in and out of the beaten path, the party made their camp inside a suitable clearing in the woods, six leagues east of the Kardag outpost. It was almost midnight, the sky was clear, tranquil even, and they hoped the peace would be reflected in the spot they chose.

After helping Lynx get off his horse and instructing the party to check on her, the Captain fell to the damp, leafy forest floor. Tired and pained, he unstrapped the shield from his arm, inspecting it as he gradually lost in his thoughts. What should they do now?

Absolved Will Be the Saviors

The screaming from that one-armed soldier distorts all the warnings, yelling, and commands. Hurriedly he turned his back, all the courage had been sapped away from him. Well, looking at what happened to his comrades, it wasn't surprising. The bleeding soldier also took a tactical retreat upon seeing how those ragtag nobles culled their numbers in an instant. However, he should be worried more about his own injuries.

On the other hand, the mass of soldiers in the West seemed to need more convincing. Confusion and uncertainty had shadowed the battalion. When Mireille charged forth, her light was as dreadful as the darkest magic. Though some were still eager to hold their ground, others weren't as resolute and could barely raise their weapon as they reluctantly took steps back.

They were smart enough to keep their distance from Amaris, who had been busy making her prowess known to the survivors. Chains clinked, and the wind whirls. The danger was clear for all eyes to behold. The obelisk remained tall and menacing, abhorred and avoided. Carnathia has arrived, ready to join the fray, she and eight of her copies to be exact.

"Captain, please go and assist Lady Linceleste to move, I have an idea to secure an escape route!"

Carmen nodded to acknowledge it, but the Captain had his own plan. After Carnathia shouted her command at Amaris, he spoke to her. "Do not press further!"

Carmen had his reason for that, as far as the situation was concerned, there was no avenue for the soldiers to escape. Hence they were fighting for the same exit. For now, the red stripes were hanging their hopes on their number and safe spaces, but push them more or kill more of them and they would be fighting a cornered beast that had nothing to lose, and a bite from such a desperate beast could prove fatal.

Carmen briskly walked toward Lynx, shield raised, and eyes scanning for potential marksman among the soldiers.

"Hey! You godless bastard!!!" he roared, pointing his blade at the startled soldier nearby, and then to the ranks of soldiers in front of them. "Cease your mindlesaness and Listen UP!! Your commander is dead! You can fight us, and you will die like him! Or let us leave in peace!"

There was silence. All manner of weapons and magics were still on standby from both sides. A moment ago the battalion was pushed and seemed to regrouping to mount a desperate counterattack, but now with Cramen's shouting all of their eyes were on the inquisitor, standing steadily like a stalwart defender surrounded by a frightening aura.

Peace. Carmen trembled, realizing that his wrath had now turned tepid, he grunted. Part of him yearned for this fight to continue, to give this heathen divine judgment, but he still acknowledged that such extreme zeal was counterproductive. As both parties finally stopped their advance and aggression, Carmen walked forth to assist Lynx, he paused to see his adversaries watching him in steady trepidation as the flying chains and Mirielle's light prevented them from unneeded carnage. However, the spark of resistance could still be seen among their rank, but the Lack of cohesiveness prevented anyone from doing anything stupid as the sergeants looked at each other pondering about their choices in a tense silence.

"Soldiers! You Know what we are capable of! One bolt flying toward ANY of us, and I swear in the Creator's name I shall bury you all!"

Time seemed to slow down when he, without nary a word secured Lynx in his arm and backed away slowly.

"Rezello! Get a shield out, we are leaving!"

Absolved Will Be the Saviors

A flash of blue lightning washed over the east part of the garrison when Rezello called upon the power from heaven and channeled it into his greatsword. Seeing the energy crackling in their opponent's weapon. The soldiers stopped their advance and seemed to reconsider their plan, but it was too late when Rezello sprung into action and launched his attack, blasting them with an electric wave. It hit them both, knocking them unconscious.

Turning, Rezello threw out two daggers toward the soldiers, one hit a soldier on his neck, while the second dagger bounced off a sergeant's hauberk.
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"What is the plan now, Captain?"

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There were a lot of things happening. It was so overwhelming Carmen could not hear Carnathia's question. The blood was still staining his mentor shield when he charged back into the crowd of soldiers. It was the moment when Lynx fell and her pursuers gathered around her like hungry wolves.

He saw the chain punched through a man's back with cruel effectiveness, then an eldrich-looking obelisk shot out from the ground, stained by blood, and black mist engulfed it. It knocked some soldiers nearby, and immediately cuts started to appear on their skin, blood spilled profusely, staining their clothes.

Most looked in confusion, one outright ran in mad fear.

"With! Witch! Woe to us! It's the terrible crone!" he cried before dashing frenziedly into the fire.

Carmen too, despite years of expertise, was almost taken aback. But he quickly shook it off by convincing himself that the so-called witch was on their side, and he still had Lynx to worry about.

That one soldier, who seemed undistracted by the uproar around him was next to her. He was the one who speared Lynx's horse, and he watched exuberantly how the beast was down with its rider. Now he lingered next to the fallen princess, delightfully watching when Lynx tried to inch away from him, and then with a hunger for revenge, he thrust his spear. Lynx tried to defend herself with her sword, but in this angle, a sword was barely an effective tool to block an incoming jab.

The spear bit her shoulder, but before it could go deep, a semi-transparent spider tackled him from his side, and either filled by the desire to protect its master or simply Lynx's control, it wrestled with the spearman and directed the end of its anterior to shot the spearman's face with its icy bolt.

Carmen felt his blood freeze, but still able to compose himself to shout out an order.

"Amaris! Swing your chains! Keep them away from Lynx!"

There was a soldier trying to intercept him from the side, but then a bullet suddenly hit him on the side of his stomach. The soldier slumped with stomach bursted open. Another shot could be faintly heard, and a distant soldier on his way to surround Lynx stumbled sideways with half of his arm flung off.

Absolved Will Be the Saviors

"Are you quick on your feet, Carmen? Keep up! Either very close to me or behind me!"

"I am on it, but Carnathia and Mirielle might be a bit late. We need to defend this position!"

Carmen repeatedly glanced between the gate and the commander's tent, where Mirielle was still helping Carnathia out of the burning debris. This was bad. They shouldn't have gone there. Why would she go there and waste the small, precious time to escape? What was she thinking? How would the two catch up with so many enemies approaching them?

Were we going to kill them all?

As Carmen moved forth to stab the downed soldier, his sense numbed, his judgment hardened, and all he thought was they deserved this. The reconstruction of the death of his fellow priests repeatedly played in his head, instinctively, as if the dead one whispered to him to avenge their suffering.

A bolt swished near the Captain's ear when he sprinted toward the patrolling arbalest. With shield still raised, he bashed the soldier before he could reload, and slashed his neck.

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Lenceleste Lynx looked at the fire, and felt the heat, but seemed to fail to fully grasp the consequences of her action. In another reckless of bravado, she steered her horse back to the south side of the garrison, leaving her newly summoned construct that couldn't catch up with her galloping steed. As she gained her speed, the noble unsheathed a sword, and in a final mad dash, charged toward the lining musketeers.

One of them shifted their aim at her, but the horse trampled him first, the second musketeer fated a lot worse; the blade from the blonde noble cleaved his head.

Despite the relatively successful charge, the miscalculation was apparent. The speed needed for that charge had led the horse toward the line of soldiers. One of them failed to anticipate and collided with the beast. The others who fared better moved out of the way and sprinted to intercept the passing riders who were forced to slow down to accommodate a sudden turn to the right.

A soldier managed to stab the front horse's neck, and the beast pranced and neighed in fear. Taking advantage of the panicking beast, two other soldiers moved forth to surround the rider, one hacked the horse's front leg with a halberd, and the other slashed Lynx's calf with his sword, the horse flailed in a futile attempt to shake off the attacker, frantically trying to balance itself before collapsing to the side.
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Rezello, who had been following Lynx's lead, exerted all of his expertise to parry the incoming attack with his spadone, all while trying to steer his horse to get away from the crowd. The mercenary skillfully drove off the attacker from the front, received some hits, returned some, and while his armor protected him from cuts and arrows, his horse wasn't as armored.

As he tried to control his horse to the left, a spear, thrown by some unknown soldier suddenly embedded deep into the beast's hind. It jolted, neighed in pain, and galloped a few distances before limping. Attacks seemed to cease as Rezello managed to gain more distance, but when he looked forth, his arrival had already been welcomed by the two soldiers.
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A new chaos unfolding in the north. Suddenly an obsidian, chain-ridden obelisk shot out from the ground, knocking a soldier who hadn't engaged the stalled rider. A woman in black rushed afterward, shooting out a thorny chain from her sleeve and impaling one of the soldiers on the back.

The other soldiers had surrounded Lynx, their shouting and cursing cut through her stupor, and they were ready to do all manner of cruelty toward her.

Absolved Will Be the Saviors

Amaris propelled herself forward like a shadow of death, swinging her thorny chains in a wide sweep to welcome the returning patrollers.

The monstrous iron snapped and tore the first three legs they caught. Crushing the bone and shredding anything that was not protected with a horrifying crisp. Three patrollers were incapacitated in one sweep. Two foot-patrollers, the ones who impacted the least flung to the side and fell when the chains dented their graves.

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Carmen felt a sense of relief when he saw Carnathia emerge from the falling tent. As much as he was eager to get out of this damned garrison, no one would be left behind.

The won on his forehead throbbed again.

It somehow reminded him of the falling priests. Their suffering and their demise in this hostile foreign land. The yellings and threats from the approaching soldiers did little to ease his burning nerves. There was suspicion, and now it turned out to be a strong realization, that these soldiers were responsible for the death of his brethren.

Carmen rushed toward the tower, composing himself as he saw the first three patrollers get incapacitated by Amaris' chains. The other two were knocked, still combat-effective, but they were the least of his concern.

The ranged unit had positioned themselves behind the downed patroller, aiming their weapons at Amaris. The arbalest shot first, and the Sarkazian deftly swung her chain to swat the incoming bolt. Carmen quickly picked up the rifle from the falling sharpshooter, shouldered it, and fired at the patroller's musketeer before he could fire first.

The recoil punched his shoulder stronger than anticipated, and the smoke was thicker and more acrid. The enemy musketeer fell with a bullet in his chest. But there was more.

Dropping the rifle, Carmen rushed to the Amaris' side. At least ten soldiers were approaching them, and at least two musketeers were on a stand-by next to the dwindling fire from the explosion earlier.

As he reached the fireplace between the tower and the gate, The captain brought up his shield and shouted.

"Amaris! Get out of the firing zone!"