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Name: Mobius Zeltos

Age: 26

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Birthplace: Zenterr

Personality: Mobius is a calm and collected combatant, never letting anything surprise him. With people he tends to be a loner, rarely talking to people and normally tries only to deal with people as acquaintances, never as friends.

Race: Human

OC

Weapon: swordstaff, heavy gauntlet/shield combo, heavy gauntlet/shield is like a mercenary or hero from FE 13 which I shall get a pic in a hider for it.

Thauma #1: Volt

Thauma #2:Efreet

Base Artes/Spells: Base Artes, Beast, lightning blade, coil, Rising Phoenix

Bio: Mobius was a part of a mercenary band all his life, since he was a boy he was taught how to hold a weapon, first using a staff when he was a child. After some time the other mercenaries, as well as his father, wanted him to be kept safe, they all had grown to appreciate the boy and what he did for the group. He would help wherever he went, plus his overpowering abilities were somewhat wasted on the flimsy staff he carried around. His father used every bit of money he had to get armor forged for his son, it had a one of a kind shielded gauntlet, that would keep his blocking arm safer than with a regular shield. Mobius would don the armor with glee and coupled with his work with a sword staff would make good use of it. On his eighteenth birthday his father, him and a decent sized portion of the company undertook a daring assault on a bandit camp that belonged to a rather nasty band of the cutthroats. It was going smoothly until they fell into the trap of the bandit chief, they entered a killing ground, most of them turning into pincushions form the loosed arrows from the archers, Mobius' father shielding him from the arrows, pushing his son to the ground and laying ontop of him. The bandits not satisfied with their work jumped down into the coliseum like area and started rolling bodies over and stabbing them, one rolled Mobius' father off of him and before the bandit could stab his father's corpse the young mercenary smashed the weighted end of his staff into the man's skull, killing him outright. Mobius leapt up, sickened by how they had fallen into the trap and by the loss of the only family he had, but still fighting every single bandit killing them with staff and shield. The battle wore him down however as the chief circled his weary adversary, taking in the young battler with a mix of intrigue and arrogance. His attacks coming in and testing the mercenary, never getting within reach of the shield, and keeping Mobius on his toes when it came to the chiefs own sword and axe. Soon the battle was going agianst Mobius as he was being pushed back bit by bit by the bandit chief, until his leader and reinforcements arrived, taking down the remaining archers and his leader easily dispatching the bandit chief. Mobius resigned from the company a few months later, he never felt the same after his father's passing despite knowing that could happen in their line of work. From then on he took solo work as a mercenary, Eight years into his career he is wandering now, having enough money to stay alive, keep his weapons and armor in good condition, and just keep himself well supplied. All Mobius is looking for now is an employer so he can continue being a blade for hire.
Xavier was stunned that the healer would suggest cutting their losses "Aren't you a priest, meant to protect the innocent, I may be a mercenary only here for gold but..." He points the pale blue blade towards the carnage and death around them. "You and I are two of the strongest people here, we can stem the tide, I can't use my magic either but we can easily help these other fighters. Besides maybe the only way to end this curse is dying, and I'd rather it be in battle like this then hunted for sport with so many knowing what we are, best to garner some favor now with the nobles and such that way they don't outright kill us for being what we are." He says looking back at Alteral "Besides wouldn't your gods look at you with displeasure leaving the weak and innocent behind Sir priest?" He asks more as a playful jest than anything else towards the priest.
I'ts all good we're that kind of group anyway, I work 40-50 hrs a week, and everyone else has their own lives too, we all get it, I'm trying to work back into getting back into college myself.
Xavier chuckled at the newcomer his eyes were still glowing from the battle, and his fangs bared as he sliced another Lurker in two, his vampiric strength showing this warrior just how feeble her command was. "I think not." He calmly replies and looks at Thalen shrugging, he truly did not like people who walked over and gave him orders...unless they knew what they were doing, however during this time, and this kind of fight the two vampires, himself and the healer were strongest. He did witness many peculiar feats of prowess and strength this entire day however, the chase, the knight and the guardswoman both keeping up with him, the Lurkers and their almost strategic movements...and finding someone that he needed to end...or at least find others like him so he could end them. And of course, for once since he self exiled himself some 200 years ago he was fighting alongside people again, almost as a cohesive unit, this newcomer would aid them but not as a leader. "Hmmm looks like the half naked girl took the newcomer, we should head farther into the city, they seem to be thinning out here, a push to the center of the city is advisable to quell the rest." He says and starts moving towards where he saw many Lurkers heading.
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Can nobles be from different countries in a way? I know it's not stated that this is on earth but say the character I have is not from an italian based country would I be able to still take part? If they can't I can make up one but if so hoorah lol.
very interested, thinking volt/rem combo myself as I think the two could mesh well together. If not I may go Efreet/Gnome
I'm down with this as well sounds like fun.
The days that humans lived on earth are far behind us, we left earth with the military, they needed as many civilians and workers as possible to help with recolonizing after the last world war. The politicians and their hounds of war used their bombs and their orbital strike missiles to end the earth’s life once and for all on the year 5000 AD. There were only maybe, 2,500,000 of civilians, and I don't know the exact amount of soldiers. But I know that they number more than double our numbers, we that made it off of the only home we knew, the only planet we ever lived on, many of us lost loved ones, and much more because of unseen borders and beliefs. However one part of the military from each faction went awol and left their posts to leave the planet behind with us in tow. None of us expected to live after we left earth, but millions of light-years away we found it... a world that was amazing, that was as beautiful as the one we had to leave behind. We landed, and many cried out in happiness and pure unadulterated joy. End of log

It’s 5945 Our ancestors left earth because of war, and for the past 900 years we went back to it just as easily, guess that makes us human, my men and I have taken the fight to the enemy, we have stormed their capital, taken their flag, but their leader hides like the coward he is, we need to finish this, there was an old quote, war, war never changes...I scoff at that now, war has changed, when one man can tear down a wall, when one man, one woman, can take out an entire platoon, war has definitely changed. Tanks, fighters, bombers, all of these war machines are left behind on the charred wasteland of our old planet, they are gone forever, instead we fight, with our bodies, with our minds, and with armor, and weapons like the ages past. However these armors and weapons are not like ancient times, they augment everything, mind, body...some would say your soul, I’ve witnessed my second in command wield his hammer, and send an enemy soldier into the void. I've seen others of my unit shrug off anti material rifle rounds like they were dodgeballs, I’ve even not cared when one enemies blade slammed into my shoulder, my armor absorbed everything and I even saw myself crush the man...the boy... this war needs to end, I’ll end it, with my comrades in arms, we shall defeat the cowards and form a new world order, and we shall take the future as ours. End log General Logan Albracht 5th division 92nd platoon code named The Legion

the year 6000 A:D or 1000 N:E, N:E meaning new earth, our regime stands strong, we stand strong, my comrades and I forged our new world order, we have taken the lands from the cowards, from the politicians and we have made it perfect, the strong survive, the strong become leaders, anyone not fit, dies, or becomes exiles. We have protected our people, and our ways of life for the past 55 years since my unit and I defeated the last vermin that infected our new home. We have had challengers in the past, whole armies that have fought back, one such skirmish took the use of my legs, with prosthetic legs and neural implants I can walk again but it pains me greatly. So I get around my command center via my chair, I am well respected within the walls of my vast cityscape empire. But outside the walls, outside civilization, word has spread of a resistance one that wishes to topple what my comrades and I bled for. We train the best, and hone them to be our swords, and our shields against the witless, savages that claw at our world. Inside the walls peace prevails, outside the walls, our orders of knights tame the last vestiges of savagery. End personal log Logan Albracht Lord Marshal of the Albracht Empire

Welcome one and all, it is with great pride, and great honor that I name you graduates of the Imperial Military Academy, You will get your assignments via how, when, and what class you have graduated from. Legion Class graduates follow me and you shall start crafting your own special arms and armor. You are a graduate of the Legion Class, the highest honor bestowed upon a graduate of the IMA you have proven time and again, your resourcefulness, your uncanny abilities, and your ceaseless devotion to the Empire. You will be sent out of the city to end the last mark against a perfect world, the Resistance everyone has been talking about. You are forged from the honor and strength of Legions past, going back to our Lord Marshal himself. You will be joining the ranks of Echo Squad, they only take the best. Forge your arms and armor graduates, tonight is your last night in civilization, drink up, maybe even find a partner, for tomorrow you learn why we have to wall our city and maintain the barrier above our fair skies.

magitech and telekinetic power: During the last great war neural implants and specific body armor could produce the power to move objects with ones mind, and destabilize certain areas of matter. Further testing and experimentation on subjects and armor has yielded many gratifying results, such as granting the use of flames, ice, electricity, and many other destructive forces in ones hands, however despite the label magitech this is not magic, it is merely technology at it’s greatest destructive power it also has led to the implants growth, meaning telekinetics as a whole don’t leave subjects debilitated for the rest of their lives. Whereas the armor upgrades have always been safe on the user neurological implants granting telekinetic force have almost always proven to either kill the subject or cause immense neural strain to the point of their own breaking. Thankfully telekinetic implants have been upgraded since then, and despite the black history of the implants, many key figures in the regime believed the service of telekinetic soldiers was needed above the high death toll. Nowadays there are only minor headaches when stained to and past the limit, however further straining the limitations of one's mental capacity and the implants power could lead to mental degradation and even death.



As you can tell (or maybe not I may not have explained too well) This is a military run City Planet, where soldiers are always out en mass and The Resistance has to hide in the wilderness in deep bunkers that even the high end future radar that the regime uses can not penetrate. Your character has just graduated from the Legion Class of the IMA and are forging your own personal arms and armor (yes you can have a beam sword/weapons like the Faceless, however unlike them it is a beam that encloses an actual blade) Here the old wars and war machines are but a thing of the past, power armor is the key to victory now. As graduates of the Legion Class you will create your own power armor, and have either gone through either magitech armor training, or telekinetic training. However you can not do both, also I would rather not have everyone be one or the other, there will only be two of each as well as what specialization for the two is. More of that in the OOC, also keep in mind you've grown up your entire life never questioning the reasons behind the soldiers always patrolling the streets of your, neighborhoods, market street, and any other street, why would you there is no crime save for the Resistance, however there is also no freedom, but that will become much more apparent later on. You can start in the Resistance if you wish and be an academy drop out, or be older and from the military PM me for details about that however as it's classifed material.
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