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Moon Radics // Book 1 - Shepherds from the Stars

Sorry for not posting in awhile. Been in the ER for a few days.

Moon Radics // Book 1 - Shepherds from the Stars

The last few minutes seemed almost a dream as Saerena tried to recount what had occurred. She was lying on her back, a cold, damp, floor underneath her. She recalled something...a voice in her head, an orange light. Then a peculiar sensation, like seeing the world in multiplicities, as if 'Saerena' had become more than a sole being and more a collection of separate ones. For a moment, all of the Saerenas felt nauseous, and just as quickly there was again only one. How strange. she thought as she picked herself off the ground. Yet not as strange as you think. Look around. her interdimensional pilot somehow spoke as Saerena observed her new surroundings.

He...it...was right. Among her company were other orbs, each with a figure materializing beside it. "Where am I?" Saerena asked the orange light, now flickered with distinguishable reds and yellows. That is for you to decide. it replied wistfully in return. The orb levitated forward towards the exit of the old building. This way. It is time. Saerena dutifully followed, still weary from the sudden sensation, glancing at the intricacies of what appeared to be stone walls surrounding her. Approaching the doorway she saw fully formed figures and more orbs, all of various colors. Curious, she continued towards them. Only then, by the lights of three moons, did she notice their...garb. At the same time, she noticed a weight on her hips and head that hadn't existed in the previous world. She drew two pistols, one off each hip, and placed them back in their holsters. For some reason, they felt natural, as if it wasn't strange that she suddenly had them. I suppose this is the new world. she thought, nodding her head softly. She stood straightly and with more confidence now. "Hey are we supposed to be a party here then?" one of the forms, a girl that seemed Saerena's age, asked. "I could do for some partying." Saerena said as as she grinned. "Who's buying drinks?"

Moon Radics // Book 1 - Shepherds from the Stars

@deadpixel101...So it seems I was unclear and by unclear I mean over-exaggerating so much that now it will seem lame. The limit break can't actually destroy planets, rather a medium-sized city. But 'planet-destroyer' sounds a little cooler than 'suburban remodeler'. The actual science behind a railgun could probably be applied to at least knock small moons out of orbit though. Mountains would be cake. I'll ramp it down more if y'all feel like it's too much.

Moon Radics // Book 1 - Shepherds from the Stars

Saerena Aenerya

Name: Saerena Aenerya

Age: 20

Gender: Female

General Appearance: 5' 10". Not muscular, but not sickly either. Fair, palish skin. Red hair, darker than most natural. Brown eyes.

See?

Orb Color: Orange

Class: Gunslinger:

A Gunslinger has the ability to generate strong magnetic pulses and direct them into objects and through air at will. This allows acceleration of metals to speeds exponential to that of sound. By directing such pulses one can fire projectiles much faster and therefore with far more energy than that of a typical weapon. Additionally, gunslingers can curve projectiles mid-air. All of these actions invoke some level of physical stress, meaning the number of bullets that one can fire, although rather high, is finite.

Class Appearance: Gunslingers have a high variance in equipment and style depending on the individuals' skill. Saerena prefers a black leather holster on her right hip and another on her left. For clothing, she wears black pants, gloves, and a white half-sleeved shirt, worn but comfortable, covered by a camo high velocity ballistics vest. Carbon fiber knee pads and glove knuckles are a slight short-range precaution. Typically she has

these

sick night vision goggles on top of her head.

Skills: At lvl 1, Saerena is limited to slightly changing a metal projectile's path and speed. Although she can fire metal directly from her hands, Saerena finds this extremely inaccurate and prefers using a medium (gun). By using a medium, she can accurately hit targets up to 200 yards.

Limit Break: Railgun

Sarena's ultimate ability uses her magnetic manipulation to its fullest potential. A bullet is sped up to half light-speed, causing mass destruction around the area of impact. Bullets fired this way are basically terraformers; they have near enough energy to not only move mountains, but obliterate them.
[LOCKED]

Limit Break: Mag-Shield
Saerena's magnetic manipulation, if driven by imminent death, is amplified into a spherical field. This shield induces such strong magnetic repulsion that literally no material can penetrate it. Metals are flung at railgun-speeds from the field, while nonmetals disintegrate entirely. In addition, a field this strong causes so much friction that the air around it will ignite. Although the technique seems practical, the physical stress involved in conjuring such a shield is dangerously high. Such fields require energy close to as much produced by a small star. This technique is not attainable through any amount of training, level, etc. Although a higher level gunslinger is more likely to survive the physical damage, it is only achievable in dire situations.
[LOCKED]

Cross Skills: Dual Limit Break - Electromagnetic Railgun

When powered by extreme currents of electric flow, Saerena's railgun becomes a planet destroyer. The effect of such an attack are similar to being hit with enough energy to create a second Grand Canyon. Although small amounts of energy leak from this attack over distance, it is mainly a contained attack and will transfer almost all energy into the target rather than actually forming a geographical anomaly.
[LOCKED]

Inventory: Two 50 cal desert eagles, ∞ powderless bullets (propelled entirely by magnetism), provisions

Moon Radics // Book 1 - Shepherds from the Stars

Let me know if this seems a little bit like overkill. Would rather err on being too strong than too weak.

Saerena Aenerya

Name: Saerena Aenerya

Age: 20

Gender: Female

General Appearance: 5' 10". Not muscular, but not sickly either. Fair, palish skin. Red hair, darker than most natural. Brown eyes.

See?

Orb Color: Orange

Class: Gunslinger:

A Gunslinger has the ability to generate strong magnetic pulses and direct them into objects and through air at will. This allows acceleration of metals to speeds exponential to that of sound. By directing such pulses one can fire projectiles much faster and therefore with far more energy than that of a typical weapon. Additionally, gunslingers can curve projectiles mid-air. All of these actions invoke some level of physical stress, meaning the number of bullets that one can fire, although rather high, is finite.

Class Appearance: Gunslingers have a high variance in equipment and style depending on the individuals' skill. Saerena prefers a black leather holster on her right hip and another on her left. For clothing, she wears black pants, gloves, and a white half-sleeved shirt, worn but comfortable, covered by a camo high velocity ballistics vest. Carbon fiber knee pads and glove knuckles are a slight short-range precaution. Typically she has

these

sick night vision goggles on top of her head.

Skills: At lvl 1, Saerena is limited to slightly changing a metal projectile's path and speed. Although she can fire metal directly from her hands, Saerena finds this extremely inaccurate and prefers using a medium (gun). By using a medium, she can accurately hit targets up to 200 yards.

Limit Break: Railgun

Sarena's ultimate ability uses her magnetic manipulation to its fullest potential. A bullet is sped up to half light-speed, causing mass destruction around the area of impact. Bullets fired this way are basically terraformers; they have near enough energy to not only move mountains, but obliterate them.
[LOCKED]

Limit Break: Mag-Shield
Saerena's magnetic manipulation, if driven by imminent death, is amplified into a spherical field. This shield induces such strong magnetic repulsion that literally no material can penetrate it. Metals are flung at railgun-speeds from the field, while nonmetals disintegrate entirely. In addition, a field this strong causes so much friction that the air around it will ignite. Although the technique seems practical, the physical stress involved in conjuring such a shield is dangerously high. Such fields require energy close to as much produced by a small star. This technique is not attainable through any amount of training, level, etc. Although a higher level gunslinger is more likely to survive the physical damage, it is only achievable in dire situations.
[LOCKED]

Cross Skills: Dual Limit Break - Electromagnetic Railgun

When powered by extreme currents of electric flow, Saerena's railgun becomes a planet destroyer. The effect of such an attack are similar to being hit with enough energy to create a second Grand Canyon. Although small amounts of energy leak from this attack over distance, it is mainly a contained attack and will transfer almost all energy into the target rather than actually forming a geographical anomaly.
[LOCKED]

Inventory: Two 50 cal desert eagles, ∞ powderless bullets (propelled entirely by magnetism), provisions

Crossed [warning for extreme violence]

Interested, will begin CS soon

Surviving the Struggle

Arïs breathed deeply the moist morning air of Redcliffe, cool and refreshing, as the senior Mauve Warden Berick quickly led them through the village. Despite the light dew covering the distant fields, the road was dry and dusty. Heavy use this early indicated the village was like to be busy, as much so as a one-road town could be. The group stopped a moment, taking note of Redcliffe's Request Wall at Berick's instruction. As the Wardens began moving again, to the village exit to see their senior off, Arïs slowed up to observe his companions. Six they were, excluding Berick, all of different upbringings, all of dissimilar Castes, all of various social classes. Whether that would prove an aid or a weakness, Arïs wondered.

As they approached the end of the dirt road, Arïs noticed two wooden gateposts, worn and rotting. A white-yellow ball curled around the base of one, fur blowing lightly in the grass, as if a patch of snow had fallen only in one small circle. Arïs knew what it was, of course; the Joining had seen to that. Still, it felt unnatural to know where Eithina was at all times. He found himself skeptical of whether or not the sense was accurate. Once again, it was. Arïs let out a low, short whistle as they approached the remnants of the old gate. Eithina's head turned at the sound. As the wardens drew closer, Arïs saw red on her muzzle, the blood of some prey she had been hunting. The sight reminded him of the Joining, of the darkspawn blood, and of the oath he and his fellow Wardens had taken. Brothers and sisters. Though still not fully trusting of the others, he was confident in their intentions and was glad to be among the like-minded.

Eithina bounded toward him then, red eyes glistening in the rising sun. Arïs took a cloth out of his cloak and wiped the matching gore from her face, then stroked her head. They stood side by side at the edge of the gate, watching as the Mauve Warden left, picturesquely, with grey mountains in the distance glimmering white sunlight from their snow-covered tips. When Berick had all but disappeared from sight, the Wardens reached the consensus to check the Request Wall back at the village tavern. As they reentered Redcliffe, Arïs again noted the dryness of the main road. He thought it funny to see such a number of farmers in an area so parched. Arïs wondered if perhaps the Blight had caused the lack of rain. The thought was lost, however, as he realized they had arrived. "There it is." the Emerald Warden said grimly.

While the others entered and made straight for the requests, Arïs paid the man behind the bar for a pitcher of mead for his fellow Wardens and milk for Eithina, then made his way over to his companions. They huddled around the board until Sasha suggested they decide which to accept over a meal. Arïs walked back towards a table to find Eithina staring puppy-eyed up at him and at the milk bowl he had forgotten to place on the floor. He set it down, to her gratification, poured himself a glass of mead, and drank deeply. And now, he thought, the real work begins.

Surviving the Struggle

Oh, in case ever in the IC someone needs to type out 'Arïs', the alt code for ï is alt 0-2-3-9. Much easier than copy-paste.

Surviving the Struggle

Roleplayer Sheet

Your Timezone: Central (US/Canada)

Your Frequency:Normally on once a day, typically later than 8.

Your Real Life Obligations: 17 credit hr semester, 2 sports, volunteering, job

Your Favorite tv show or book series: Game of Thrones

Arïs

Name: Arïs Andryr

Age: 27

Hometown: Denerim

Race: Dalish Elf

Class: Assassin

Weapon(s): 5 poison-tipped throwing knives, matte black, perfectly balanced; 1 combat knife, similar to a throwing knife but slightly heavier and bulkier, also poison tipped. Katana for mid-range, though Arïs isn't as skilled with it.

Personality:
+Dedicated
+Unwavering
+Innovative

-Aloof
-Mistrusting

Personal Artifact: A silver chain necklace, given to Arïs by a friend in the mercenary clan. It was lost during a skirmish with thieves somewhere between Denerim and Olivine.

Fears: Harming the innocent

Dreams:Bringing peace to the world with as few casualties as possible

History: The upbringing of an assassin is not typically one of luxury and comfort. Arïs's was no different. Born into an elite mercenary clan in Denerim, his first years were parallel to that of a slave. As a youth, he was trained rigorously and uncompassionately to be the ultimate killing machine. His first memory was of killing another boy his age in combat. His second, learning to concoct a poison that meant near-immediate death. His third, being beaten for trying to escape. After his discovery that his masters were naught but slave-drivers, Arïs decided to wait, bide his time, and be cautious. From their cruelty he learned the value of kindness, compassion, and justice. He would learn more from them, all he could, then use his knowledge to do justice.

He excelled afterward, easily outperforming all his peers and several of his elders. His training to a full assassin took little time. All the while, his masters challenged him, hardened him, greedily aware of his potential should it become fully realized. And all the while they fanned the fire that would engulf them. By the age of seventeen, Arïs had become exactly what they wanted of him; proficient, stealthy, innovative and, seemingly, apathetic. Inside, however, his hatred still burned fierce. The moment they trusted him, gave him too much leash, Arïs killed them. A kindness. Not to you, but to the world, he thought as blood stained steel and ran red in pools down his masters' throats.

His freedom now secured, Arïs was able to leave at last, as he always dreamed he would. Little came of that but disappointment as well. Arïs had believed his masters to be demons of a sort, the only beings capable of absolute and unprovoked cruelty. His suspicion was crushed by the reality of the world. Arïs traveled far and wide to escape the truth, journeying all the way to Olivine before realizing his self-deception was meaningless. Peace, although plenty, was constantly assaulted by the acts of the few preying on the weaker, the less fortunate. Arïs began taking it upon himself to correct such occurrences.

His vigilante justice did not go without notice. His reputation spread, an assassin working for the common good. Rather than taking jobs to kill over petty squabbles and clan disputes, Arïs accepted only protective work. At the age of twenty, he was called on by the King of Olivine to be head of his security. At this he proved most adept, thwarting attempted coups as well as anyone.

On a particular day, the King granted an audience to a woman wishing to recruit new wardens to defend against the Blights. On this day, a band of thieves raided the kingdom, slaying all who stood in their path. Though outnumbered, Arïs led his guard to victory using his experience, engaging the enemy with guerrilla tactics rather than head-on. The woman took interest in him and his abilities. Nelwa, she was called. She offered him a position as a warden. Given the chance to protect the realm, Arïs accepted without hesitation.

Appearance

Pokemon Sheet

Pokemon: Eithina (a-THEE-na) - Ninetales

Gender: Female

Encountered: Eithina was presented to Arïs at the beginning of his training, as a means to improve his efficiency.

Disposition:
+Intelligent, for a pokemon
+Loyal

-Mistrusting

Assistance: Eithina, bred as an assassin's assistant, is slightly smaller than the garden-variety ninetales, and therefore is quicker and more agile, yet just as vicious. She is used for simple distractions in Arïs's work. Occasionally, she will engage in combat, but as more of a supporter than a head-on fighter. She understands many basic commands as a result of years of working with Arïs. Apart from this, Eithina, as most fire types, is able to produce fire for survival in harsh conditions. On colder nights, the warmth produced from her fur is a much-welcomed comfort.

Eithina

Surviving the Struggle

@Genkai Alright, CS is done. Let me know if I messed up any of the technicalities of lore and what not.