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    1. NobodiesHero 7 yrs ago

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Current One of my five year students just punched me in the face. I'm so proud of them. (I teach martial arts btw)
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7 yrs ago
Even companies like Netflix are against the removal of net neutrality. Why did it get voted out? Political bullshit. They know what would have happened if they put it to a public vote.
7 yrs ago
Two older guys are sitting in Starbucks next to me, loudly insulting their frugal friend for his small TV and the fact that he doesn't eat take out. People are stupid.
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7 yrs ago
@LordofthePies I call my sister Moo-Doodle.
7 yrs ago
Hit my word goal for day one of NaNo, just 29 to go. Hahahaha.
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Ashe's murderous dance lasted for a short time longer, before the enemies surrounding her suddenly stepped to the side. Their leader seemed to have taken an interest. That was fine, she'd leave the small fry to Leon and the others. She'd handle the one on one with the leader. Maybe seeing his severed head in her grasp would make the small fry think twice about attacking a world that was protected by a warrior like Ashe. The thing about her that made her so powerful was the fact that she wasn't afraid to kill, and she certainly wasn't afraid to die. She saw Leon and the others hesitate when they had to fight humans.

Ashe kept her face perfectly blank as he advanced, muscles relaxed, not tensed. The world around her was silent, as if they were the only two people left. Every fiber of the warrior's being was focused on the masked man. The grip on her sword tightened as the masked man summoned his own weapoon and took up a battle stance. One that was oh so familiar to Ashe. One that was impossible to see on this masked man. If that man was really who he had to be to have a stance like that, then he wouldn't dare turn his blade against Ashe. There was only one thing she could do to find out, rip that damn masked off his head.

The warrior took her own stance, one that nearly mirrored the one that the masked man had. The difference in weapons meant their blade heights were different, but that was about it. Once again, the silence was broken, by this time by voices. Several of the town's defenders tried to do some sort of sneak attack, but failed miserably by announcing their presence. The hair on the back of Ashe's neck started to stand, but the masked man was too fast. She could barely get the word "Idiots!" out before they were trapped by magic. The masked man tore them apart.

Then, it was her turn. Assumingly before any more interruptions could happen, the masked man lunged at her. By this point, Ashe was nearly certain that this wasn't who she thought it was. The people of their world didn't use magic. Ashe stepped to the side, bringing up her blade to deflect the man's blow. Then, using the man's own strength against him, took a single step in and thrust her longsword forward, taking full advantage of the reach that the thinner, longer, bladed sword gave her. If that display of power said anything, it was that this was going to be a long fight.
Ashe was in one of her moods. Unpleasant imagery had plagued her last night. Memories of her lost world and the people who's fates she still didn't know. It wasn't uncommon that Ashe had these nightmares, but they always left her in a foul mood the next day. Snappy, extra quiet, and almost brooding the warrior's icy blue eyes kept a careful watch on the First District. Normally one of these moods would put Ashe in the Second or Third District, keeping the Heartless there at bay. But today, most of Leon's gang was there making sure things were safe for, and with, the newest refugees. So the warrior had accepted the far more boring, but equally important, task of patrolling the First District.

Because the district was so small, patrol usually meant standing in one or two different places for several hours. Right now Ashe found herself on the far side of the district, watching the coming and goings of people between the First and Second districts. She kept an extra watchful eye on the newest refugees, as you could never be too careful.

The boring of her patrol was interrupted by the sudden slamming open of doors. The warrior's hand was on her blade in an instant. In a split second her brain registered the fact that it wasn't the doors she was standing in front. That left only one set that it could be. A short string of curses escaped from her lips, ones that would make even Cid blush to hear. Still keeping her hand on the hilt of her longsword, Ashe bolted around the corner. Her steps faltered as she was met with the sight of human soldiers pouring through the doors to the world. Their uniforms told her that it was the Empire. They sure picked a bad day to mess with her.

Ashe's movement didn't stop until she was at the top of the stairs. There she unsheathed her weapon. Taking a moment to assess the situation she realized that she was likely the only defender currently in First District, but there were a number of innocents, including below trying to flee from the soldiers. Ashe was strong, but alone she wasn't strong enough to take on all of these soldiers. She would take as many as she could before going down, hopefully buying enough time for word to spread to Leon and the others.

Long, powerful legs carried her down the stairs in no more than three steps. Her first target, a man with a blade raised, ready to finish off a woman who had fallen to the ground. In a single moment, she closed the distance between them, and ran the man through. Icy blue eyes cold and unfeeling as she watched the life leave him. Her second opponent went down just as easily, his head no longer attached to his shoulders. In a matter of moments, Ashe swept through the soldiers, leaving a half dozen or so bodies in her wake. Human opponents were easy, her blade was made for carving through things that were much stronger.
It's late here, I'll throw up a post tomorrow morning. I'm not sure yet whether I want to have Ashe start off in the Third District where hooded guy that definitely isn't Vexen is, or in the First District where that masked soldier is.
Emara continued to move, keeping slightly behind the boy as he caused all sorts of loud havoc. Her wait to do her part wasn't much longer, as he came up to a door that was heavily guarded and promptly got the attention of all three men. With a grin, the thief easily leaped down from the beam, landing in a crouch in front of the door. From a pouch at her lower back, she retrieved her tools. Taking out two lock picks, she stuck one in her teeth, and with the other, got to work.

Emara liked to make lock picking a little game. She would count the seconds in her head to see how quickly she could take care of them. A lock like this was easy, meant to keep someone in rather than out. It only took to the count of seven. The picks went back into her tool kit, and the kit was returned to her pouch. She opened the door and slipped inside, closing it most of the way as she went.

For the first time, she was met face to face with the pretty lady she had only seen from above. For a moment, the thief forgot what words were and simply stared, mouth open but no sound coming out. Remembering the task at hand, Emara quickly shook her head and found her voice. "No time to explain! I'm here with that commoner boy to get you out of here. Come with me, pretty lady!" Hints of red tinged Emara's cheeks and she very glad that her hood kept most of her face hidden in shadow.
@RyuShura Yeah I think they'd have at least a little bit of history together, probably fought in a few battles together. Ashe would find Raily's optimism to be endearing, though also slightly annoying. She would be put off a bit by Raily's magic, but because of her size and youth would want to protect her regardless. In time Ashe would probably think of Raily as a younger sister.

Also, just so everyone knows, I've designed Ashe to be a tank. Which is good because we've got a few squishy magic users on our side.
@Savo Not likely no. Ashe's focus is on combat and working with Leon and the gang. Their paths probably haven't ever crossed. If they did it would have been very brief.
@Savo A year, give or take. Probably a little less than that.
@Blaze Gamma I thought the guards were still in front of the door. Maybe I read things wrong.
Ugh, I've been so busy lately. Feel free to keep going guys, there isn't much for Emara to do until the door is clear or she's needed in battle. She's hanging out on that beam keeping slightly back.
Name: Ashe Allerion
Age: 22
Gender: Female

Appearance:

Ashe is a tall woman, standing at about 5' 10" with a build made up entirely of lean muscle. Her hair and eyes are nearly the same shade of blue, her eyes are just a tad darker. Underneath her clothing, her pale skin is marked with scars. Three, jagged lines score across her left side as well as down her back, clearly these marks were caused by a clawed beast of some kind. A few other scars mark her frame, including one across her right shoulder, which is visible through the sleeves of her top. The other scars on her body seem to be caused by sharp weaponry, rather than beast. No matter what, she never takes off her collar like leather necklace. She won't say why, but it's clearly important to her.

Weapon of Choice: Longsword

Personality: Ashe comes off as a rather... intense person. She's fierce, she's stubborn, she's bluntly honest, and she's very serious. But get past her harsh exterior and underneath you'll find someone who you may actually want to be friends with. She's overly protective, she would gladly take a shot if it meant keeping you safe. If you ask her for help, more often than not she'll stop whatever she's doing and help you, especially if it has to do with training. Despite the fact that her sense of humor is rather dark, and she doesn't find most jokes or pranks funny, she'll still laugh at them, if only to make you feel good about yourself.

Backstory: Ashe doesn't talk about her past a lot, but people have been able to put some stuff together, just by observing her. It's clear whatever world she's from is a world of warriors. Her proficiency in battle makes that very apparent. From the way she carries herself, she may have been some sort of higher ranking warrior, or nobility. She seems to sympathise with those who's worlds have been lost to darkness, indicating that her own world may have been as well.

~Command Deck~

Physical:
Sliding Dash, Non Elemental, Basic.
Stun Edge, Non Elemental, Basic.
Quick Blitz, Non Elemental, Basic.
Magical:

Shotlocks:
Command Styles:

Notes: I'm keeping Ashe's past vague on purpose, because I don't want anybody to know about it beforehand. She also has the Berserk ability, which makes her blows more powerful when weakened.
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