Necrophage

Petrichor

@Landaus Five-One No worries. The Broe is here. =)

Vendetta Inc.

Priest

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Safe Haven:

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Helping Bob hobble out of the orphanage was a trial. Currently he was sitting outside Safe Haven. His one arm was still missing but at least he had mended his face enough to show off. Imagine the face of a civilian after seeing a giant walking around with half his head missing. That would be entertaining at the least.

Priest leaned against a wall in the hallway, eavesdropping on the rest of Blaque's crew. He wanted to help Paige, ease her pain. For Priest this was a treat, a peculiar mood but he figured that she had earned it. Unfortunately he had doubts as to whether Darric would let him. The man was obstinate and stubborn. To let their least-trusted member be next to his loved one would probably push him to violence. This would have to wait, maybe there would be another chance. The ex-con man leaned back against the wall, looked at the ceiling and yawned. Long day.

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It hadn't taken NERON long to diagnose the situation - it was clearly some sort of paralytic, but the chemical make-up was unique, and it took him a good deal of sorting through the databanks before he could find any kind of viable solution for the ailment. Luckily, with the facility they kept in the back, there was a good deal of medical supplies for the AI to work with, and within only a few minutes, the girl began to stir, groaning and rubbing at her eyes as the drug wore off, leaving her thoughts blurred.

NERON quickly scanned her for any further medical issues, and coming to a conclusion that she only needed a bit of rest, the machine trudged out of the medical room, shutting the door behind him as he went to sit beside Willard and the other children. The two chidren looked to NERON with fear in their eyes, but after a few kind words from the machine's speakers and Willard's excited smile, they gradually adjusted to the AI's presence.

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Jinx

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As Jinx's eyes finally opened and the numbness her body felt had all but dissipated, she carefully rolled to her side, sitting up in the dim white light of the room, alone. Diligently, she lifted her hands to her head, the slow pulsating of blood blurring her vision with every beat. A few moments passed before she felt well enough to stand, and nearly as suddenly as she did, her arms reached for the support of the medical table behind her.

"That damned freak..." Jinx's words came out tense, using most of her strength to keep her body from falling to the floor. She glanced back down at her medical gown - Blaque's trench coat had been removed, and was hanging from a hook near the door, which she grasped delicately to put back on. Taking a few deep breaths, Jinx turned the doorknob, exiting into the empty hallway. Wherever the hell she was, it seemed a bit more welcoming than the Orphanage, though there was a bit more dirt on the walls.

Almost like home, Jinx smiled, gazing from one end of the hall to the other, and turned left, walking ever so thoughtlessly down toward the main bar, her left hand sliding against the wall for support. There didn't appear to be any patrons inside, so she slid into a seat at the far end of the bar, propping her head up with one hand, quickly becoming lost in thought.

Priest walked down the hall to check on his golem out front. The lone girl at the bar caught his attention so he paused. "Looks like whatever had you down didn't take." He had seen her briefly when NERON hauled her into a medical room. She definitely seemed more stubborn than the other children. He had a soft spot for orphans, which is why if he ever went into that orphanage he wouldn't have been able to resist shooting each of the culprits to make sure they did no further damage. "What brings you up here, kid?" Priest asked.

Jinx took a good look at the man, intrigued with his kind tone despite his rather outlandish appearance, and smirked a bit in jest. "Not quite sure, mister; can't say I even know where I am. I'm assuming you know that Mr. Blaque fella'?" Jinx was still a fair deal confused of her situation, but still felt like she could let her guard down a bit. Still, she could feel her head swirling still, though it seemed to be getting better.

"You could say I know just as much as everyone else around here. Blaque is.. well. Blaque is like a wall on a house with no door. You can see him and what he does but there's a helluva lot more on the other side. At least that's my impression. He's quite the character." He glanced around to make sure the man in question wasn't present. "You can trust him because he generally already knows all your issues before he talks to you. He's that kind of a guy, which is a good and bad thing I suppose. Especially if you like your secrets like I do." Priest flashed her a goofy smile.

"I always have room for a few more secrets," Jinx grinned in response to the man's smile. "Though, I would like to know, if this isn't too much of a secret - where am I, exactly, and who are you?" Jinx leaned back on the bar stool, lifting it up on two legs in an idle manner, but kept her gaze focused directly into the man's eyes, almost invasively. Though her eyes were only an amber, color, they had a certain shaded glare to them, dimming the light that bounced off of their surface.

"No, this place is no secret even if what we do here is. It's called Safe Haven. A seperation from the outside world to relax, dine and have a drink. You can call me Priest. It's a bit of a homage to what I used to do. I don't use my given name because it draws in certain crowds that have since tried to kill me." Priest scoffed at the thought.

Jinx stared at the man for another moment, biting her lip as she began to lose herself again in thought. Finally, she lowered the stool back down to settle on the weathered wooden floor, and stared up at Priest, her expression settling on quizical. "So, what do you guys end up doing with the other kids? You got 'em out, right? And did Mr. Blaque get that... piece of shit scientist?" Jinx's tone dropped as she spat out those last few words, disgust coating her lips.

"With the way you talk about him I'm sure you and I carry the same opinion of the man." Priest shook his head in response. "Blaque did get the man, but I am unsure what Blaque did with him. I know what I would have done but Blaque doesn't share my perspective or agenda." Priest said.

Jinx sat in silence for a moment, staring off down the hallway behind Priest, her mind becoming clouded again. "I'm not quite sure who to thank for gettin' me here," the girl sighed, before she continued. "And I don't really have anywhere else to go, exactly..." Jinx slumped down in her chair, her next thought weighing heavily on her. And... what ever happened to Pohl? Jinx's eyes glimmered as tears filled into a small pool, but she quickly blinked it away before it could be noticed.

"I think NERON and Willard brought you in here, the robot and the boy." As for staying, this girl should have left with the other children but it seemed NERON was determined to tend her before she went anywhere else. Priest carried on. "Kid, I kind of figured you would be headed somewhere to stay by now. You were drugged or poisoned. Something of the like. So our resident medical bot decided here was better to take care of you. Honestly I'm surprised you're as lively as you are right now. When they brought you in here you were as limp as a dead fish."

Jinx snickered at the man's metaphor, but her tone remained quizzical. "Though I'm not entirely sure if you're the right one to ask," Jinx paused for a moment, as if her next words were difficult to put together, "I was wondering if anything else was brought back from that place... Ya know, besides kids," Jinx's brow furrowed as she looked up at Priest, but her gaze fell as their eyes met briefly.

"And what other thing could that possibly be that you're wondering?" Blaque asked standing by the door frame, looking towards both Jinx and Priest. Blaque left not long after speaking with Darric about Paige. With the box he took from the Orphanage still in hand, Blaque gave a quick analysis on Jinx' condition. "I'm glad you're up though. I meant to thank you for your help. Since we have a moment of peace, I hope you don't mind me asking you a few questions we couldn't get further into back at the orphanage."

Priest acknowledged Blaque with a curt nod. "The head of the snake arrives. I do have something to ask our Fearless Leader. What happened to the dear doctor after our encounter? He bent his head to the side as he took a good look at the box in their leader's arm. "And what are you doing with that old chest?"

Blaque turned to look over to Priest. Not very fond at the moment with his choice of words but he answered regardless. "Let's just say he won't touch anymore children ever again. He's locked away somewhere that I do not wish to specify." The man said and looking down at the box. "This box here, I grabbed it from Caretaker's office after his defeat. I want to know what's in it and why he would keep such a thing in there."

Petrichor

We have plenty of ranged characters - so I made a tank.

Party diversity. =)

Petrichor

Ramm Broe

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NAME

Ramm Broe

RACE

Felinia - Panthera Tigris (Tiger Subspecies of Felinia) - *Nods at Tex*

AGE

24

CLASS

Shapeshifter - A class of nature magic users generally centered toward the preservations and mastery of natural forces like a druid. Ramm could give a damn about nature however. He just wants to be the apex predator.

(Taught By a Master of Natural Magic)
Shapeshift (Tiger) - Ramm takes on the form of an eight-hundred and fifty pound tiger, matching his colors. A huge beast and definitely larger than the wild animal the form is inspired by. Defensive magic still affecting him is carried over in forms. This form has strength augmented by shapeshifting magic and while rather reasonable for its considerable girth at current will gain in strength, resilience and ferocity as the story rolls on. Mana consumption from the shapeshift is a one-shot deal, Ramm uses the energy and doesn't need to use energy again until he wants to shift back. If he is drained of mana he will be trapped in this form until he recovers enough to change. A tiger doesn't talk.

Stoneskin - A magic spell that creates a layer of lithified flesh to protect against most physical attacks until the layer is removed or fades over time. This spell generally lasts a few hours and feels natural to wear. It can be cast on others but being a rather novice in direct spell-casting Ramm usually just throws all his magic on himself and ignores everyone else. Stoneskin is able to mitigate lesser damage until chipped away or some of the damage from greater attacks before being pierced are exposed like explosions and weapons meant to pierce through solid objects like high caliber rifles and thrusts from a strong foe.

Sunburst - A brilliant flash of fiery energy mimicking the lashing light of the sun. This is generally intended as a druid's best friend. Ramm sucks with it though so all he can manage is a bright pop of light and maybe some semi-useful sparks. It is still one of Ramm's favorite party tricks to use. This takes little to no mana. Sunburst cast properly is an elemental spell cast after the fashion of a druid and used to burn an area with fire like a flare from the sun.

(Self-Taughtish)
Shapeshift (Wrath) - Ramm's favorite and most used ability. After a lot of trial and error, Ramm learned how to hold the tiger-shift part of the way through, granting him an increase in size, strength and speed while still allowing him to stand on two feet and speak. With Wrath in effect Ramm drains a little of his mana constantly because he hasn't managed to work out all the kinks yet.

Hibernate - A magical slumber that a master druid would use to calm animals and lull them to sleep. Ramm being a failure at conventional magic uses it on himself to recover from harm and fatigue more quickly. He has recklessly augmented his use of the spell with a restorative one that he could never manage to get right on its own. While hibernated he's clearly vulnerable from the deep sleep he's under, it does however help him recover from many unconventional threats like poisons of the less deadly variety, mental attacks and illnesses. The restorative magic allows him to recover from fatigue and injury in a quarter of the time a normal person would.

EQUIPMENT

Harness and Loincloth - Pretty self-explanatory here. Being a shapeshifter that changes size consistently it's nice to have clothing that doesn't tear apart. A harness holds the loincloth, pouches and various other tools in place.

Knife - An archaic styled combat knife. It looks to be what historians would identify as an ancient relic from before the manaburst. It could also just be a cheap gnomish knock-off. Either way it still cuts fine.

Spear - It's just a wooden pole with a sharp piece of metal on the end. Were you expecting some magical artifact with a special name? Pfft! Spears have been killing legendary heroes for ages, a knight that doesn't fear a peasant with a spear is a fool. While Ramm's got quite a lack for talent in advanced magic he has a special love for the art that is combat.

BACKSTORY

Something Ramm learned early in life was that there was nothing quite so thrilling as the rush of battle. The scent of fear, blood and fire was exhilarating. Make no mistake, he wasn't obsessed with death, no. It was the conflict, the fight, the brawl! While many a man became drunk on mead this one was intoxicated with victory and the thrill of worthy combat.

Ramm recalls little of his youth, too many blows to the head perhaps? It was a dull and unremarkable time of safety. He learned from masters that drilled rituals and proper honoring ceremonies into him of the gods that defended his lands. It was this time he learned magic that he never really forgot, even if he never properly learned it to begin with. His masters stopped teaching him magic because of his disposition and unruliness. The little rebel. Punishment was more frequent than lesson. So he took the initiative and changed vocations. He went to be guardian in training, hoping to serve in a more physically demanding and suitable position. He wasn't wrong with that. He was challenged a toughened but something was missing. Life was still cozy.

Ramm was searching for something, a feeling, a fulfillment he was missing. So he struck out on his own for a while. It didn't take long for conflict to find him and he reveled in it. Fighting made him feel alive. He made himself an unpredictable opponent. Though he naturally went for the shortest ways to end his fights he didn't often look to kill unless there was a reason to. He figured if they got stronger they'd come back and he'd be able to fight them again. A reciprocation that made everyone better and more whole. It felt like his life was turning for the better. Life however is rarely so kind as to be consistent.

Sustenance. Reality and mortal needs were something that Ramm faced. He had no money or anything to trade in a world that needed it, he wasn't particularly smart and for his size he wasn't deft at anything. The only thing he really knew how to do was cast some crappy magic and fight. So of course he started to fall into less than honest company for a while that employed his skill at fighting for decent coin. It seemed okay then. Fighting meant coin and he liked fighting. Unfortunately the last job he took with unsavory company saw him as a loose end, a disposable set of muscle. Ramm was indeed six and a half feet of striped fur and muscle but he sure as hell wasn't going to be thrown away like a broken tool. Completely outnumbered and under-armed he did as he always did, he fought. And he won.

Now stripped of his source of income he sought the next fight and the next payday - at an honest guild.

Vendetta Inc.

Who wants tone nteract with t2wave? Otherwise we've got a nice robot to use. Priest is already occupied till further notice.

Vendetta Inc.

@t2wave I like the connection.

Petrichor

@Landaus Five-One I was mainly curious as to how he wanted to start it. Whether he was going to have people together or in small groups and whatnot.

Vendetta Inc.

It goes well.

Petrichor

@Marshall How's the story going to start?

Vendetta Inc.

@t2wave Heyo.