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Darius
@Laue
"I'm way ahead of you." Darius emphatically replied, foot already out the door to the shrine. "Grant and I already found a village somewhere deep in the woods."

He really didn't want to lead John around the forest, especially with that hovering aura of menace and distrust. But alas, John had yet to wrong the boy, and until that happened, Darius had no grounds to cast out the imprudent pharmacologist. Grant, on the other hand, could be trusted; however, for whatever reason, the lawyer was nowhere to be found in their surroundings. After the malfunctioning drone had taken the duo out, so to speak, the younger man saw nothing of Grant. In his absence, Darius had no other choice but to deal with John in the meantime. On a practical level John at least had some proficiency with science unlike Grant, who only knew U.S. law, which was hardly useful in their current predicament. It was settled that John and Darius would set for the village of the wood elves in the forest, and Darius began the walk in that direction once he left the shrine. If John were truly with Darius, then John would follow. Otherwise, it was the boy alone.

The teenager had a few things on his agenda that he'd seek before moving onto larger steps of action. He wanted to:

a. secure a journal somehow, in which he could record events and thoughts as well as make plans and take notes,
b. develop a better understanding of the world they were in,
c. ally himself with some sort of society or group in that world, and
d. move onto growing both as a person and as a god without losing himself to a destructive or immoral nature.

Darius couldn't care less about whatever power struggle was afoot. His main focus was self-preservation and uprightness. Otherwise, there would be no telling of what sort of monster Darius could turn into. His biggest enemy would be fear, and the realm would turn into a battleground between good and evil.
The stiff straw scratched the wood of the floor as the bundle pushed dust along the way. Under her swift hands, Dalia's broom did good work, cleaning the hardwood of the bookstore. With each hour of the morning, the chimes rang more and more frequently at the arrival of each customer, window-shopper, or what have you—a good sign of a steady business. She wiped the sweat from her brow and stowed the broom behind the counter next to a straight, pyramidal stack of books. They came the day before, themselves the product of a day of bookstore business, of customers buying and selling books to her and her store. She kept some that interested her in her office, the rest she left for the pile behind the counter...

Dalia Harker straightened herself out, pulling a stray, cocoa-brown hair out of her face and slapping the dust off her skirt. She leaned forward on the counter and rested her chin in one palm as she watched the door and waited. Soon another customer would enter, and if necessary, she'd tend to them as per usual, albeit with her eccentric mannerisms and flighty movements. In the meantime, the wait involved periods of watching the door, watching the clock, looking up and down the shelves. Her eyes wandered to the stack of books next to her, and she wondered to herself if there were any more books that would fancy that nephew of hers, that nephew she loved to pieces. She wanted to give him an adventure, a romance, a drama, a fairy tale. Or a biography, a war novel, a history book, a memoir, a philosophy. Most of all, she wanted to give him something real, for him to live the life that his parents could not. The dust in the room settled, the building settled, and all was still while her mind stirred.
I can't wait to figure out the wood elf village business.
Darius
@Laue
Darius opened his pod and coughed coarsely, clearing his throat aloud. Death by explosion. Probably one of the coolest ways to die, but the most instantaneously painful of them. His attire was charcoal black. It was covered in ash, and some of the threads on his clothes were loose as if they had been pulled by strong forces and burned. If one thing was for certain, though, there were many cases in this world where killing a human wasn't as unethical as it would be in the real world. He felt fine. Sore still, but as healthy as he was earlier.

The brunet rose slowly from his pod. Standing, he brushed some of the dust and ash from his clothes and pulled the hem of his T-shirt. Damn. He craned his neck to look down his body, his back, his arms, his legs. I need new clothes. And then the newly-resurrected lab coat man was there, talking to Darius. The boy looked at John immediately upon hearing the first few words and listened carefully. A good question, really, but a little trivial in regards to the situation. Well, he could remember his memories vividly and was currently reliving the events that led to his first death. That was one question answered.

"Likely instant perfect clones, bodies only regenerated to full health." Before reaching the second clause, John was out the door and back inside, confirming the facts that were, to Darius, very unimportant. In a world of some fantasy, Darius found it safe to dub most of their environment magical in nature. And John spoke again, in his rushed, straight-forward tone of voice—of course, in Darius's opinion. "I know your name already. You said it while your body began to fester on the ground." He gingerly put his hand forward and shook John's slowly. "Darius. Darius Sterling." He released John's hand immediately after saying his name.
Name: Dalia Harker
Age: 35
Gender: Female

Appearance:
Dalia has long and wavy chocolate-colored hair pulled into an updo. Strands of it hang in ringlets at the sides of her face, and her hair comes neatly into a neat yet loose bun at the back of her head. Unlike her brother, Dalia has fairer, more flushed skin, an unstained white like perfectly carved marble, smooth like the skin of her nephew—a glance at Dalia reveals the existence of some of his softer traits that are present in the Harker lineage. Her eyes are a honey brown, yet they defy the substance's viscosity. Her eyes are quickly moving and studious behind her wire-framed round glasses. Her nose is flat and long, her lips are pursed and full, and her cheekbones are low and round, making her facial features human in almost every way, soft, round, fragile. She is a fuller, shorter woman than her sister-in-law, with womanly and thick curves augmented with a different sort of grace and elegance, such that derives from burning passion and energy and precision, such that although she is of the more portly sort, Dalia is clearly a moving arm of the universe, more capable and powerful than the average woman, yet just as intelligent.

Clothing/Armor:
Over her form, Dalia typically wears a tucked-in white blouse with short sleeves that puff at her shoulders. Her dark green skirt falls just past her knees, and her shoes are comfortable, low, tanned brown leather clogs that offer the right amount of fashion and comfort in exchange for only a little less mobility—not that they don't keep her from jumping around.

Weapons/Belongings:
On her person, Dalia bears no weaponry but the pen... and a small dagger hidden in her small satchel. On her fingers there are no rings, but around her neck is a silver locket with the Harker family coat of arms engraved into its face and a picture of her family on the left with a small portrait of her nephew on the right, showcasing how much she values her family. Also in her satchel, Ms. Dalia Harker carries a pen, an inkwell, a handkerchief, a small journal, and whatever book happens to be with her at the time.

Personality:
Dalia is not the sort to be tamed. It is likely from her where her nephew learned his tenacity, independence, and stubbornness, traits that are at some times undoubtedly good tools for leaders to have and at other times dooming traits that lead to man's end. Her demeanor is adventurous; she is bursting at the seams with life and energy, the same passion she channels into her work at her bookstore and into her poetry and writing in her journal. An intellectual of sorts, it is from Dalia where her nephew received much of the books that filled his childhood. She firmly believes the written word to hold a power only tapped into by a scarce few men and women capable of using it to spread their thoughts and feelings, and she sees each book as a new adventure or a new fountain of knowledge. From her books she has learned much. As a woman, Dalia feels close to her independence and has yet to tie herself to any person, male or female, outside her existing family and relatives. Sometimes she finds it hard to bite her tongue, most especially when she has a clever or hot-tempered, acerbic remark cooking in her mind. She lacks the patience to deal with people who intend to persuade her to slow down into her old age, and she prefers to embark on whatever journey will bring her happiness. It is this that can lead her into trouble, and as such, she doesn't tend to stay in the same land for more than a year or two.

History:
Dalia was raised under the Harker household. She had two siblings, Evanna, a married woman who stays out of contact with the family at large, and James, her beloved brother-turned-fisherman who married an elven woman and became the father of Dalia's favorite nephew, Gareth. Together, Dalia and her siblings were raised in Mullen, Keilaudrin in a period of unabashed tumult that stirred them into chaos, such chaos that led her to seek adventure and James and Evanna to seek peace and safety. Not much can be said of their parents, a poet mother and a teacher father, whom were held dear by their surviving children only after their passing. And so, when the Harker children were grown, James moved to the countryside of Keilaudrin, Evanna married several times over and slowly fell out of contact with the family, and Dalia began her life of nomadic librarianship. For her, her situation hasn't changed since those days. She makes a decent income off the sale and purchase of books, a large collection that contained much history and information of many foreign lands. Recently Dalia has settled in Geltreis for the time being and has just returned to correspondence with her nephew.
Name: Dalia Harker
Age: 35
Gender: Female

Appearance:
Dalia has long and wavy chocolate-colored hair pulled into an updo. Strands of it hang in ringlets at the sides of her face, and her hair comes neatly into a neat yet loose bun at the back of her head. Unlike her brother, Dalia has fairer, more flushed skin, an unstained white like perfectly carved marble, smooth like the skin of her nephew—a glance at Dalia reveals the existence of some of his softer traits that are present in the Harker lineage. Her eyes are a honey brown, yet they defy the substance's viscosity. Her eyes are quickly moving and studious behind her wire-framed round glasses. Her nose is flat and long, her lips are pursed and full, and her cheekbones are low and round, making her facial features human in almost every way, soft, round, fragile. She is a fuller, shorter woman than her sister-in-law, with womanly and thick curves augmented with a different sort of grace and elegance, such that derives from burning passion and energy and precision, such that although she is of the more portly sort, Dalia is clearly a moving arm of the universe, more capable and powerful than the average woman, yet just as intelligent.

Clothing/Armor:
Over her form, Dalia typically wears a tucked-in white blouse with short sleeves that puff at her shoulders. Her dark green skirt falls just past her knees, and her shoes are comfortable, low, tanned brown leather clogs that offer the right amount of fashion and comfort in exchange for only a little less mobility—not that they don't keep her from jumping around.

Weapons/Belongings:
On her person, Dalia bears no weaponry but the pen... and a small dagger hidden in her small satchel. On her fingers there are no rings, but around her neck is a silver locket with the Harker family coat of arms engraved into its face and a picture of her family on the left with a small portrait of her nephew on the right, showcasing how much she values her family. Also in her satchel, Ms. Dalia Harker carries a pen, an inkwell, a handkerchief, a small journal, and whatever book happens to be with her at the time.

Personality:
Dalia is not the sort to be tamed. It is likely from her where her nephew learned his tenacity, independence, and stubbornness, traits that are at some times undoubtedly good tools for leaders to have and at other times dooming traits that lead to man's end. Her demeanor is adventurous; she is bursting at the seams with life and energy, the same passion she channels into her work at her bookstore and into her poetry and writing in her journal. An intellectual of sorts, it is from Dalia where her nephew received much of the books that filled his childhood. She firmly believes the written word to hold a power only tapped into by a scarce few men and women capable of using it to spread their thoughts and feelings, and she sees each book as a new adventure or a new fountain of knowledge. From her books she has learned much. As a woman, Dalia feels close to her independence and has yet to tie herself to any person, male or female, outside her existing family and relatives. Sometimes she finds it hard to bite her tongue, most especially when she has a clever or hot-tempered, acerbic remark cooking in her mind. She lacks the patience to deal with people who intend to persuade her to slow down into her old age, and she prefers to embark on whatever journey will bring her happiness. It is this that can lead her into trouble, and as such, she doesn't tend to stay in the same land for more than a year or two.

History:
Dalia was raised under the Harker household. She had two siblings, Evanna, a married woman who stays out of contact with the family at large, and James, her beloved brother-turned-fisherman who married an elven woman and became the father of Dalia's favorite nephew, Gareth. Together, Dalia and her siblings were raised in Mullen, Keilaudrin in a period of unabashed tumult that stirred them into chaos, such chaos that led her to seek adventure and James and Evanna to seek peace and safety. Not much can be said of their parents, a poet mother and a teacher father, whom were held dear by their surviving children only after their passing. And so, when the Harker children were grown, James moved to the countryside of Keilaudrin, Evanna married several times over and slowly fell out of contact with the family, and Dalia began her life of nomadic librarianship. For her, her situation hasn't changed since those days. She makes a decent income off the sale and purchase of books, a large collection that contained much history and information of many foreign lands. Recently Dalia has settled in Geltreis for the time being and has just returned to correspondence with her nephew.
Hmm... Maybe.
Will hopefully post on Friday evening. Expect more activity from me after that since I'll be back in the States.
Athinar, Raven, come on! Lost your spark before we even started? xP

If not at least tell Solekii to post so we can move on.

I'm kinda trekking along in a foreign country. Getting internet access and having the time to post is a little hard right now.

Edit: But I would give the go ahead for Solekii to move forward another post cycle. It'd be poor timing and poor storytelling if I jumped in now and set the next response in a frenzy of accounting for every new arrival to the fray.
I'm in the middle of preparing two characters right now. I'll probably have them fully fleshed out and ready in a day or two, maybe more if I end up busier than I planned.

Aside from that, I think it'd be a good idea to create an interest check somewhere to get this thread some attention.
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