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Milo nodded to his men, as they took their positions on top of the carriage, to manage the horses, before stepping inside the carriage. Milo turned and shut the door, as he sat down opposite of Alec. Milo remembered what his superior suggested to him, as he started to get comfortable in the carriage. Milo pulled down a small compartment, and it revealed a medium sized bottle of brandy, along with four glasses fitted perfectly in the compartment to prevent breaking. Milo retrieved one glass, and popped the brandy open. While Milo did not participate in drinking, he did feel that Alec would enjoy a drink, especially after such a long journey. Milo opened a bottom compartment, near his feet, which revealed a big ice bucket. Milo grabbed a few chips, putting them carefully in the glass, and then topping the glass off with brandy. Milo outstretched his hand to Alec, to hand him the glass of brandy. The higher ups had ensured that the brandy was of the highest quality, to impress their guest, and to ensure the guest felt comfortable. Milo was half-tempted to drink a glass of the brandy, but decided it'd be better to stay as alert and sober as possible.
As Milo shook the man's hand, he didn't need to look down to feel the cold metal on his palm. The man was armed, and obviously fairly dangerous, if he felt it enough to wear brass knuckles. Milo returned his hand to his side, as he responded to Alec's question. "I'll be taking you to the Capital Branch Office, to meet Marshal Boyd." Milo responded as he looked back at his two companions, and nodded to signify to them to prepare the carriage. "We'll be taking a carriage to the Office, if you'd be so kind to follow me, Mister Cross." Milo said, as he turned on his heel, and started down the dock. His two compatriots had already made it down to the other end of the dock, and were prepping the carriage for travel. Milo was on edge with Alec nearby. Maybe it was the man's appearance, of maybe it was the fact that under the man's cloak he likely had more weapons than Milo had. Despite this, Milo refused to let any emotion show on his face, besides that of a stoic man.
Milo gave a quick Scouts' salute, as the imposing man walked off the gangplank, and unto the pier. "Yes, sir. I'm Lieutenant Ranier." Milo responded, crisply. Milo took a second to take in the man's appearance. It was definitely somewhat different. The man thing that caught Milo's attention was the man's face. The man's scars intrigued Milo, but Milo knew better than to ask about them. The eyes intrigued Milo most of all, though. The light pink tint of his eyes made Milo wonder just where this man had came from. Milo outstretched a hand to the man, "I assume you are Alec Cross?" Milo asked, his voice matching the indifference on his face quite well. The man seemed quite unaffected by the rain, as opposed to Milo, whereas the rain was starting to affect him. He could feel his clothes becoming completely soaked. He cursed himself again for arriving so early for their guests arrival. He made a mental note to change as soon as possible.
Milo stood stoically on the pier, seemingly unphased by the light. Milo regretted not wearing the uniform cloak at this point, as he could feel his clothes starting to soak up the rain. As the gangplank slammed down on the plank, Milo's posture tightened, and he stood rigidly, ready to receiver their guest. "Look lively. Our esteemed guest is here." Milo said, sharply. He loathed giving dry orders like that, but he had a job to do, and that was to make the best possible impression on their new guest. However, Milo doubted three rain soaked Scouts would make much of a first impression. Milo had heard tales of the man that was on board the Mackerel. They called him the 'Vulture'. Milo retained his steel-like visage of indifference as he awaited their guest to exit the boat. Milo could hear the rumors of the man as if they were being whispered in his ear at this very moment, all the terrible things this man had accomplished in a short period of time. In his opinion, Milo cared not for the rumors of the man, nor did he care for how vicious the man had been made out to be. He was here to do a job for Arcartus, and Milo would help him along the way anyway he could.
Name: Milo Ranier
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Milo is rather short for his age with a petite build, standing only 5'6''. Milo has a round face, framed by his dark brown hair and he has round brown-eyes and a pudgy nose. Milo typically wears a calm look with his eyebrows cast downward that changes from determined or wide-eyed when expressing shock, or surprise. Milo weighs in at about 140lbs, and has added some muscle to his petite frame, albeit not very much. Milo's pale skin shows that he has spent most of his time inside, and he finds it difficult to obtain any sort of tanning, even after prolonged exposure to the outdoors. Milo typically keeps his facial hair completely shaved, making sure to keep up with appearances with the Scouts. Milo appears more like a normal boy his age, rather than an officer in the prestigious Royal Arcarti Scouts.
Clothing: Milo typically always wears his RASC uniform, proud to display his place amongst the honored Scouts. The Scouts uniformed consists of a pure white collared shirt, black trousers, and a gray-green field jacket. While none of the uniform displays any insignia that would be the telltale sign that he was in the Scouts, Milo still wears it with immense pride. The typical Scouts uniform pieces that include a blue-gray cloak, and boots have been set aside by Milo, opting for more comfortable shoes. Due to Milo's size, and small feet, he has never been comfortable running in boots, and he had never been a fan of cloaks, which typically were much too long for him. Milo wears a green satchel across his chest, which he uses as a catch-all carrying tool, putting everything from coins, to books, in the satchel.
Weapons: The Scouts issue a sword, and a spear for each member, but Milo decided against the spear, being too small to wield effectively, and instead opted for the use of two swords. A Scouts' swords is a straight sided blade 70cm in length with a triangular point on the end of the weapon. It is a thick sword and is wide to match, giving it an exceptional durability for strikes against hard surfaces. There is a single groove carved down the center of the blade on either side, ending just before the tip and just above the guard.The handle is black-dyed wood pegged onto the steel core of the weapon, to ensure that is a continuous single piece of metal from tip to tip. The pommel is simply an exposed metal cap, no wider than the hilt, designed for quick pommel strikes.The interior of the blade's groove is notched towards the end, allowing for the attachment of a 'ranger plate' that shifts the weapon's center of mass forward from the guard into the blade. This allows for heavier, albeit single edged, strikes that make use of the sword's capacity as a tool for hacking wood and heavy foliage out of the way. Milo holds both swords under his jacket, on his back. Milo believes that the back sheathes allow him better mobility with unsheathing the weapons. It also allows him to conceal his weapons. Milo has made it a very good point to become a master with the two sword fighting style, and constantly trains to hone his edge with the swords, believing he can always become better. Milo also keeps a clip-pointed knife, that measures nearly 2'5'', with a golden guard, and deep brown colored handle. The pommel of the knife is steel encrusted, with a insignia of a Lion printed into the steel. The knife is heavy to handle, and hangs on his side, in a massive knife sheath. The sheath hangs loosely on his side. Milo will hardly ever use the knife, using it more for looks.
Personality: Milo is a very easygoing individual, but is also very attentive. Milo scored very high during the academic periods of his training for the Scouts. Milo was oft bullied as a child, leaving him a very defensive person, and very bad at taking jokes. Despite this, Milo is very good at handling situations under intense pressure, often scoring very high on field exercises where handling split second decisions under duress. Stress and hurt will almost never show on Milo's face, leading him to hold a stoic iron face most of the time.
History: Milo was bullied in his younger years, until he was nearly 15, growing up without parents or siblings to help him. During this time, Milo worked as a stable boy in Leida to earn money for the orphanage he was harbored in, before applying for the Scouts. During his training, he became noticed by the officers in Scouts, and was selected for additional training, in order to be groomed for an officer position. During his training, Milo marked high on academics and field exercises. At first, Milo was fairly weak in combat, and anything physically related, but after training to make his speed and quickness his calling card, he learned how to fight in his own special style, leading him to promotion as Lieutenant in the RASC. Milo is now placed under Maria Trinan's command, and has gained much experience and learned many new things under her command, leading him to look upon her as a mentor/mother-like figure.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Milo is rather short for his age with a petite build, standing only 5'6''. Milo has a round face, framed by his dark brown hair and he has round brown-eyes and a pudgy nose. Milo typically wears a calm look with his eyebrows cast downward that changes from determined or wide-eyed when expressing shock, or surprise. Milo weighs in at about 140lbs, and has added some muscle to his petite frame, albeit not very much. Milo's pale skin shows that he has spent most of his time inside, and he finds it difficult to obtain any sort of tanning, even after prolonged exposure to the outdoors. Milo typically keeps his facial hair completely shaved, making sure to keep up with appearances with the Scouts. Milo appears more like a normal boy his age, rather than an officer in the prestigious Royal Arcarti Scouts.
Clothing: Milo typically always wears his RASC uniform, proud to display his place amongst the honored Scouts. The Scouts uniformed consists of a pure white collared shirt, black trousers, and a gray-green field jacket. While none of the uniform displays any insignia that would be the telltale sign that he was in the Scouts, Milo still wears it with immense pride. The typical Scouts uniform pieces that include a blue-gray cloak, and boots have been set aside by Milo, opting for more comfortable shoes. Due to Milo's size, and small feet, he has never been comfortable running in boots, and he had never been a fan of cloaks, which typically were much too long for him. Milo wears a green satchel across his chest, which he uses as a catch-all carrying tool, putting everything from coins, to books, in the satchel.
Weapons: The Scouts issue a sword, and a spear for each member, but Milo decided against the spear, being too small to wield effectively, and instead opted for the use of two swords. A Scouts' swords is a straight sided blade 70cm in length with a triangular point on the end of the weapon. It is a thick sword and is wide to match, giving it an exceptional durability for strikes against hard surfaces. There is a single groove carved down the center of the blade on either side, ending just before the tip and just above the guard.The handle is black-dyed wood pegged onto the steel core of the weapon, to ensure that is a continuous single piece of metal from tip to tip. The pommel is simply an exposed metal cap, no wider than the hilt, designed for quick pommel strikes.The interior of the blade's groove is notched towards the end, allowing for the attachment of a 'ranger plate' that shifts the weapon's center of mass forward from the guard into the blade. This allows for heavier, albeit single edged, strikes that make use of the sword's capacity as a tool for hacking wood and heavy foliage out of the way. Milo holds both swords under his jacket, on his back. Milo believes that the back sheathes allow him better mobility with unsheathing the weapons. It also allows him to conceal his weapons. Milo has made it a very good point to become a master with the two sword fighting style, and constantly trains to hone his edge with the swords, believing he can always become better. Milo also keeps a clip-pointed knife, that measures nearly 2'5'', with a golden guard, and deep brown colored handle. The pommel of the knife is steel encrusted, with a insignia of a Lion printed into the steel. The knife is heavy to handle, and hangs on his side, in a massive knife sheath. The sheath hangs loosely on his side. Milo will hardly ever use the knife, using it more for looks.
Personality: Milo is a very easygoing individual, but is also very attentive. Milo scored very high during the academic periods of his training for the Scouts. Milo was oft bullied as a child, leaving him a very defensive person, and very bad at taking jokes. Despite this, Milo is very good at handling situations under intense pressure, often scoring very high on field exercises where handling split second decisions under duress. Stress and hurt will almost never show on Milo's face, leading him to hold a stoic iron face most of the time.
History: Milo was bullied in his younger years, until he was nearly 15, growing up without parents or siblings to help him. During this time, Milo worked as a stable boy in Leida to earn money for the orphanage he was harbored in, before applying for the Scouts. During his training, he became noticed by the officers in Scouts, and was selected for additional training, in order to be groomed for an officer position. During his training, Milo marked high on academics and field exercises. At first, Milo was fairly weak in combat, and anything physically related, but after training to make his speed and quickness his calling card, he learned how to fight in his own special style, leading him to promotion as Lieutenant in the RASC. Milo is now placed under Maria Trinan's command, and has gained much experience and learned many new things under her command, leading him to look upon her as a mentor/mother-like figure.
Soah held onto the girl tightly, until she let go of her sword. As she released the sword, and attempted to start writhing out of his hold. Soah rolled over, picking up the sword as he did. Before the girl could get to her feet, Soah leveled the sword at her head, holding onto the sword tightly with both hands. Despite it's size, Soah was surprised at the lightness of the manopener. Soah glanced over the girl's body for a second, searching for signs that she possessed another weapon. After a moment's searching, Soah was confident that the girl had no other weapon on her. "Adrian, grab your dagger and let's go." Soah said, curtly, as he turned on his heel, wrapping the cloak around himself, tightly, as he carried the flamberge at his side. The girl had nothing to fight them with, giving Soah enough confidence to go ahead and leave.
Soah cursed as the girl pole vaulted over his head, slightly surprised at how well she could use her sword. As Soah whiffed, he instantly though about how Adrian was now in danger. Soah whipped around to see the girl's sword leveled at Adrian's face. Soah stood absolutely still for a moment, pondering his actions. Soah could see Adrian changing his handle on his knife. Soah realized what Adrian was planning. Soah was surprised at Adrian's abrupt action, certainly taking the initiative in what would otherwise be a very tense situation. As soon as Adrian acted, Soah charged forward, once again aiming to tackle the girl at the waist, and drive her into the ground. Soah was no longer messing around, if he got a hold of the girl, it's likely she was going to take a few punches for attempting to hostage Adrian.
As soon as the redheaded woman drew her manopener, Soah charged forward. Soah was betting that he would catch the woman off-guard, instead allowing the situation to boil up to a flashpoint where she would be expecting a charge. Soah kept his body low, and opened his arms up, in order to tackle the small girl around the waist. Soah was going to grab her by the legs, once he wrapped up, and drive her as hard as he could into the ground. Soah hoped Adrian would take the cue, and get the sword away from the woman. Soah was confident that he then could easily beat, or subdue, the woman. While Soah was sure this girl was an ace with her giant sword, it was still a giant sword, which would make it somewhat easier to dodge, or duck under, if his tackle failed.
Soah's posture did not relax when the small, redheaded girl stepped out. Anyone with a sword as large as the one Soah could see on her back wasn't as innocent as she was playing as being. When she took a few steps forward, and lowered her hands, Soah took a aggressive stance. "Keep your hands where I can see them." Soah said, gruffly. He wasn't about to let himself to be killed by this girl, or even let himself relax around her. "Why don't you tell us what you were doing hiding from us?" Soah asked, sharply, as he increased the distance between himself, and the girl. He eyed the sword of the girl, as he awaited a response. Soah had seen swords like those before, except slightly longer. He had seen them do serious damage to people, and had serious damage done to him by one. He wasn't about to let this girl get anywhere within that sword's length of him.
Soah watched as Adrian took the lead, completely fine with the boy leading the duo down to the town. Soah was slightly caught off-guard by Adrian's question, but decided to ignore it. Crom was hurt pretty bad, but Soah had a feeling that an old dog like him wouldn't go down without take more punishment than Soah had given him. John was likely still desperately trying to not be a spaz, and Griff was probably lying through his teeth to someone. Soah didn't really care for the group, at all. As the pair watched, Soah stopped walking. "Adrian." Soah said, sharply, to get the boy to stop. Soah almost smirked. To the right of the pair was rustled snow, where it was obvious someone had just been. Soah would of completely missed it, if it wasn't for an imprint of quite a huge sword in the snow. Soah traced the footsteps, where they lead behind a nearby tree. Soah motioned with his hand for Adrian to take a step back, and away. "Why don't you come out, before I come bring you out?" Soah said, gruffly. He wasn't in the mood for games, and if this was a bandit, Soah didn't know if he had the energy to actually turn half way. It would likely be a straight fight.
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