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I'm here, just don't want to shoehorn myself into the conversation.
As far as I understand it, Micah and Lilith, at the outpost, are with the humans and the rest of the demons are against.
Name: Ilham Locklear
Age: 27
Former country of residence: United States
Any family coming to the colony: Little sister, age 9
Any family NOT coming to the colony: His mother and grandmother
Are they a member of Moonpeace?: No
Job: Miner
Personality: Often described as a grumpy person, Ilham doesn't have much social skills. He tends to stay away form people and situations, opting instead to do his own work. He's surprisingly nice and kind hearted to the few people he does know, but it's hard to get that far in the first place. He cares about his sister more than anything else, and will do anything he can to protect her. He looks somewhere between a state of exhaustion and stress., which is why he can be rude or short tempered.
Slight History: Growing up in Barrow, Alaska as a member of the Inuit community, Ilham never was a sociable person. His father was put in prison on drug charges when he was 10. When he was sixteen, he dropped out of school to work at ports along the Bering Sea to help his family out. He got into trouble with the law more than once by getting into fights. In one of the fights he lost use of his left eye. A couple of years ago he heard about the lunar colony, and signed up to receive training and work as a miner.
Age: 27
Former country of residence: United States
Any family coming to the colony: Little sister, age 9
Any family NOT coming to the colony: His mother and grandmother
Are they a member of Moonpeace?: No
Job: Miner
Personality: Often described as a grumpy person, Ilham doesn't have much social skills. He tends to stay away form people and situations, opting instead to do his own work. He's surprisingly nice and kind hearted to the few people he does know, but it's hard to get that far in the first place. He cares about his sister more than anything else, and will do anything he can to protect her. He looks somewhere between a state of exhaustion and stress., which is why he can be rude or short tempered.
Slight History: Growing up in Barrow, Alaska as a member of the Inuit community, Ilham never was a sociable person. His father was put in prison on drug charges when he was 10. When he was sixteen, he dropped out of school to work at ports along the Bering Sea to help his family out. He got into trouble with the law more than once by getting into fights. In one of the fights he lost use of his left eye. A couple of years ago he heard about the lunar colony, and signed up to receive training and work as a miner.
"They won't like us, but they might just tolerate the humans. If I go, I'll take one with me." But the two did raise some good points, one they themselves hadn't gotten around to thinking about yet. They listened to Lilith, and in the same tone, "The problem then becomes even finding an angelic; they're all so devoted to their god...I'd rather not." Micah gave a brief smile to her as she walked back. Hell didn't take traitors lightly, something they remembered clearly.
Micah sat back, looking at the empty piece of paper in front of them and scribbling ideas down in their native language. Micah took the rag, laying it down next to the paper. "I'll work on this more. Personally, I believe we're trying to force events that would come naturally in time, so it has to be perfect." They sighed, shaking their head. They had always been fine with letting the parties do their work until events started to unfold naturally. "We could also take everyone by surprise, and organize something close to our hit and run parties, except on a larger scale. Each side is so focused on each other it would be hard to manage a third party so suddenly." It was clear that plan was off the top of their head, but if they were the only one throwing ideas down, they might as well throw them all. Thy also didn't want to go to the White City unless they absolutely had to, even if it was their own plan. Holy weapons weren't things to be ignored.
Micah sat back, looking at the empty piece of paper in front of them and scribbling ideas down in their native language. Micah took the rag, laying it down next to the paper. "I'll work on this more. Personally, I believe we're trying to force events that would come naturally in time, so it has to be perfect." They sighed, shaking their head. They had always been fine with letting the parties do their work until events started to unfold naturally. "We could also take everyone by surprise, and organize something close to our hit and run parties, except on a larger scale. Each side is so focused on each other it would be hard to manage a third party so suddenly." It was clear that plan was off the top of their head, but if they were the only one throwing ideas down, they might as well throw them all. Thy also didn't want to go to the White City unless they absolutely had to, even if it was their own plan. Holy weapons weren't things to be ignored.
As they were thinking about the situation at hand, Micah idly looked around the room, judging the humans. this meeting was sudden enough to leave little time for planning, and of course, they didn't have any of their own. Their faces showed that some weren't even trying to think, just waiting for someone to say something. Lilith being the one to break the silence, Micah wasn't surprised to find themselves called upon.
"Of course I do." Micah brought their attention to Lilith, their oddly feminine voice filling the silence, "I believe we could try for an alliance with the White City. From the reports our scouts have given us, I see that Hell is almost reaching a point of desperation. We could use our offense with the city's defense to exploit the weakness before they recover. Something akin to a blitzkrieg, possibly." Being put on the spot, their plan wasn't one-hundred percent refined yet. However, they at least had the basics down, and so far nobody seemed to have a better plan.
"Of course I do." Micah brought their attention to Lilith, their oddly feminine voice filling the silence, "I believe we could try for an alliance with the White City. From the reports our scouts have given us, I see that Hell is almost reaching a point of desperation. We could use our offense with the city's defense to exploit the weakness before they recover. Something akin to a blitzkrieg, possibly." Being put on the spot, their plan wasn't one-hundred percent refined yet. However, they at least had the basics down, and so far nobody seemed to have a better plan.
Make sense, thanks man
I didn't know there was an easier way to describe it, that's helpful :> thanks!
Yeah, that would be a good way to describe it.
I'm wondering if I can edit Micah so they have a vague premonition - nothing overpowered like they're going to predict the opponent's every move, but something like that they have a general idea of the near future, and can see faces and know that person does something, but they might not know what?
I edited my post o:
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