SheriffLlama

The king is dead, long live the king! [Reboot] [5/7]

@Flynn I can do it. Where would be the best place to bring him in? During the meeting or wait until the morning.

The king is dead, long live the king! [Reboot] [5/7]

@Kho

Well, Pilgrim...



I don't quite reckon this is your bar, and I will swing my hips and spurs wherever I please. I'm well aware this here ain't a gentleman's club because I declare that there ain't any gentlemen I can see.



I reckon you're lookin to take this elsewhere to fight out like real men. I'm there sheriff here.

I suppose the good Lord found grace on you'ins today and gave you the good wits to sit yourself down. *Sits and drinks*

EDIT: I'll be editing my CS post with info on House Okitash in a little bit.

The king is dead, long live the king! [Reboot] [5/7]

Very W.I.P

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_{((All Dieuportielle lore was obviously not created by me, but rather the wonderful player whose place I'm covering))}

Rohman Lorinson

Name:
Rohman Lorinson, of the House of Okitash

Age:
25

Appearance:
Rohman stands at 6'2 and carries around 200 pounds, which is muscled, but not bulky. He keeps his facial hair to a short length, but grows his head hair to nearly touch his shoulders. He carries an eight inch scar across his back, the origins of which are publicly unknown.

Known For: Nobility
The son of Lorin and the great-great-grandson of Okitash (the patriarch of his house), Rohman is known amongst natives of Dieuportielle as a fantastic archer and a formidable swordsman. His father and his grandfather were both well-known Knights, so naturally, Rohman became one as well, and has been a commander in battle since he was merely 19.

Dirty Little Secret:
It is spoken in dark and quiet corners that Lorin was an abusive father, and was responsible for the long scar on the young man's back. These rumors ring false to everyone but Rohman and his mother. Rohman remembers finely the day that his father came home drunk after a battle during the rebellion, and became infuriated with him, flinging his sword at his son in a fit of rage and cutting his back open.

Skills:

• Battlefield Knowledge: Rohman is good with mapping out a plan and assessing the holes in a given tactic, as well as how to remedy them or apply new ideas.
• Archery: Rohman's training was very well-rounded, as he was trained with all traditional weapons, but he spent his free time training with a bow. When he turned 15, he began joining the Royal Hunting Parties on each winter and spring. He can shoot from the back of a moving horse or at moving targets, though even his grueling training doesn't always ensure a hit on every shot.
• Swordsmanship: Part of his Knight training, Rohman was taught to handle a sword with ease, and does fairly well, though he would highly prefer a bow to take down his enemy before they were close enough to even warrant a swordfight.
• Speech: Rohman was taught to speak with diction and intelligence, so his level of communication is a bit above what some would expect of a man his age. His speaking ability plays with both formal speak and also a bit of smooth-talking, which tends play into his favor with young women, which is also aided by his handsome looks.
• Basic Education: Rohman was instructed in all of the basic schools of practice: arithmetic, reading, writing, and history. His learning means that he does not require a scribe and he can tend to himself where some nobles would simply use a servant.

Motto: "Look not to a man's greatness, but to his heart, for even great men can be fools."

The king is dead, long live the king! [Reboot] [5/7]

*Slams Open the Doors and Swaggers Into OOC* I'll be taking one of the recent openings, so please don't hate me when I drop my CS in the tab (Yes I swear I was approved by Flynn... I swear.) So Hi.

The House of Powers

Abel "Abe" Parker

Location: Auditorium @Wolverbells

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Abel sat back against the chair as the new girl came in. She was pretty, but she seemed like she was intentionally trying to intimidate people. The only person that he'd met at this place that actually intimidated him was Ezra. He was pretty sure he'd be fine with this girl.

Listening as she spoke, the young man frowned ever so slightly. He claimed to have powers, too. What was hers? She wouldn't doubt for a second that Nilin might be lying. He held nothing of a high opinion of the staff of this facility, to say the least, so he had absolutely no reason to trust them. He smirked ever so slightly when Nikolai spoke. His head twitched to the right, however, as he heard his name. His row was empty, but he scanned the room for someone trying to make eye contact with him. No one.

Abel! A loud voice shouted, suddenly. Loud, but not out loud. He didn't hear it in his ears. It was in his head. Irina's voice. It was slightly different than what he heard through the vibrations in his auditory nerves. He glanced down at the girl, leaning forward and bracing his elbows on his knees, keeping his eyes locked on Nilin, but whispering quietly down to Irina. "Are you in my head, Rina?"

Carvings of the Galaxy

I'm pretty sure we all deserve an award of some kind

Carvings of the Galaxy

Long post is long.

@Eru Iluvatar Hot potato! *Throws Posting Stick To You*

Carvings of the Galaxy

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Yazmin Cormick

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Yazmin's first sense was the feeling of touch. Cold, freezing metal that touched her skin, an equally freezing air circulating in the tank around her, sending hundreds of goose bumps across her pale skin. The young woman felt her breath draw in a chilling breath, quick and sharp. Her eyes slowly opened, and she saw the door of her cryotank slowly open. She swallowed, her desert-dry throat beginning to itch as she did so.

As the girl lurched forward in shock, she instinctively tried to catch herself on the floor. Her left arm made contact with the metal ground, but it wasn't until her weight pitched to the right that she realized that her right arm was not were it should've been. The metal terminal on her shoulder was vacant of the prosthetic arm that normally resided in it. She swore as she turned over on her back, looking up at the ceiling. She breathed heavily as her blurry vision began to clear, showing her the crisp, sleek room she was in. She looked to her left and right, seeing the other cryotanks lined up, all of which were open like hers.

"My arm..." She muttered softly, her voice sounding foreign and raw, the effect of years of not using her vocal cords. She heaved her weight upwards and sat up, using her arm to balance her as she stood to her feet, her legs shaking and shivering as she did. She said nothing to the others, still in minor and beginning to feel rather nauseous. She spotted an old man that she didn't remember, frowning slightly.

Her face pulled into an agape from as she recognized him. Ailbeart Rend? She squinted and looked at the thin man. What on earth was he doing here? She sighed, turning her head towards the corridor as everyone went down it, following them.

She was completely dazed, even through Benji's speech, simply following close behind as they all went to the dorms. She caught her breath as the doctor mentioned her bionic arm, sliding her thin body past him and stepping into the sleek, silver room. She opened the case and relief filled her as she beheld her prosthetic limb. She shut the case and hurriedly dressed, with one arm, into a pair of jeans and black slip-on shoes made of a soft canvas material. She pulled a grey and black long-sleeve shirt, but threw it on her shoulder, not yet putting it on.

She picked up the case the her arm was in, following the others as they went back towards the kitchen. She sat down at the table, setting the case down on the metal surface. She clicked the box open and removed the sleek metal limb. It weighed nearly the same as her other arm and held the same shape and could withstanding the same amount of force, if not a little more. The only difference in her real arm and the prosthetic, aside from it's the material it was made of, was that the latter was sleek and black, and had parts that one could see the cables through. The thick chords wrapped around each other and into the limb, seeming eerily similar to actual strands of muscle.

Yazmin positioned the arm on the table as Benji spoke. She grabbed the three tools from the case, and set them on the table by the limb. She took the smallest of the three tools and inserted it into a small hole in her shoulder terminal. She twisted it, 180 degrees, and the metal covering on the terminal slid open, exposing the connectors, nerve receptors, and artificial shoulder joint.

She slid the prosthetic arm close and connected the arm to the shoulder joint, then pulled the three slack cables and attached them into the corresponding connection point. She breathed out, slowly to calm herself and prepare for the tidal wave of pain that was about to come. She reached to a small dial on the bicep region of the arm, exhaled, and twisted.

As she turned the dial, she gritted her teeth, letting out a rather loud grunt of pain as the artificial nerves activated in her shoulder terminal, the cables all pulling taut and the arm's hydraulics hissing and shifting with a small release of CO2 gas from her wrist. She swore aloud, glancing apologetically at Benji, who then continued.

Yazmin flexed the muscles in her shoulder, the fingers on the mechanical arm contracting into a fist. Pleased, she released the fist and touched her thumb to her index, middle, ring, and little finger. Satisfied that her arm was working, she put the tools away and shut the case, listening to Benji.

She gaped as he broke the news. Space? How the hell were they in space? They were supposed to be underground!

"So, you're saying they lied to us? And- why didn't you wake us up, two years ago?" She asked, the incredulous look clear on her face.

Carvings of the Galaxy

Me :(

EDIT: @beyond visions would the ships tech be relevant to the time that they were frozen (in that, would Yaz know about this tech or is it too far into the future?)

Carvings of the Galaxy

@Deserted no sir! In fact: you are the least least of any of us. You are the most most.