TentacleLord

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

"Oh, good." Logan kept the next part of his comment to himself. I'd have to find another live one if he was an ally. He made sure to keep his ear cocked at Lumara, choosing to ignore the fighting for the most part as she offered some explanation of the sides in this unexpected battle. He drifted off into his own world of thought for a long moment as he mentally rearranged how each of the little people in the command chain of the Shepherds seemed to interact. So the bandaged man at the top or as some sort of proxy for the yet unseen leader, with the rest of the troops seeming to be a mess of people who fell in line for battle under the threat of death. He couldn't say it seemed very efficient. They needed commanders and sub-commanders and the like. Organization was key in any sort of armed force to operate effectively. Perhaps the slaughter of their hubs destroyed the chain of command? Her question about Caius jolted him back to reality. "Well, actually, it would be a great help to me if you could help me aboard as I don't correctly know how to mount a wyvern and that could be messy, you see. As such-"

Logan's obviously overblown and long-winded speech was cut off as something soft and heavy ran into him, throwing him off balance and disrupting his concentration. The spell fizzled out with a rather sad buzz as the spellcaster finally noticed the unwanted company. Managing to catch himself, the dark haired man decided the best option for such an obtrusive duo was an intellectual quip about their obvious physical flaws. "They'll be mincemeat shortly. I do hope you don't have to catch up on anything." He stood up, before sizing up the stocky and ugly axeman and gesturing to him, before taunting. "You, in fact, already look like you've been hit in the face with a hammer once or twice. I suppose I'll have to fix that, then?"

He was halfway into casting his next spell when the man's axe nearly took his head off. With a yelp, the Dark Mage jumped backwards and threw his arms into a ready position for blocking as though the residual golden runes that hung lightly in the air never existed. The next few seconds were filled with a flurry of motion as the tall axeman brought the haft of the axe around for an even closer ranged attack, forgoing the cutting edge for a quicker swipe that smashed past Logan's hastily thrown guard. It impacted badly, slamming into the mage's shoulder and then skipping up into the side of the head with a decent thud. He dropped like a stone, grunting and clutching at the bleeding wound. In a flash, the axeman was on him, aiming for Logan's face with another punch to add to the disorientation. The mage flinched back with the blow, his hand dropping off the former of his wounds. Seizing the advantage, the axeman grabbed the spellcaster by the hair and dragged him up to deliver a finishing strike with the bladed edge of the axe. The bandit paused for a second to grin savagely at the bloody face of the beaten man, as if to savor the moment of his demise.

That was when Logan struck. A fist flashed forward and buried itself in the aggressor's groin. The result, while crude, was both effective and instantaneous. The man's body shuddered uncontrollably as a spasm ran through it, before dropping both the axe and the mage. The dark-eyed caster hit the ground rolling, diving for the weapon that had just beaten his face bloody. Hissing through gritted teeth, Logan dragged himself through the sand and back to an upright position as he hefted the weighty blade and pointed it at his downed opponent. Having learned from the rather dishonorable defeat that he'd just dealt to the axeman, the Dark Mage wasted no time in his kill. He slammed the point of the axe down into the taller man's back, before dragging it from his spine and bringing it down once more into the bandit's skull. A savage grin split across Logan's face as he turned to look at Lumara's battle, perfectly willing to attempt to down the other man in much the same way.

Machines(Mechs, Mecha, and Powered Armor Oh My!)

Jonathan's response to August was as sarcastic as it was offensive. "Oh yes, I fucking love charging long-range mecha because of my crippling self doubt makes me want to get shot on the spot, and it obviously doesn't have a single thing to do with how shitty it is to attempt to pick up actual speaker noise at this range." He muted his microphone, with a mutter of 'stupid asshole' as he brought the Reichsritter to a rumbling halt inside speaker range of the Kirito . After a moment or two of fiddling around with the massive console, he wired the sound detecting sensors directly to the mike so that his new friend August could hear as well. With everything in place, the metal monolith glared almost angrily at the sniper, its baleful yellow eyelight seeming to emulate the stress of its owner. The speakers crackled to life. "If I was trying to kill you, you stupid fuck, I'd... do much the same but I wouldn't stop here to chat and shit, yeah? Don't be a stupid asshole and repeat whatever the fuck you're gonna say in a range that makes sense so people can hear you."

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

Logan looked, if possible, even more befuddled and disoriented at the results of his spell. "....But he was suppose to expl..." Muttering under his breath, he straightened up fully and blinked again as if to get his bearings. The magic man peered around in an attempt to discern friend from foe, giving up halfway as he caught the the oafish assassin defending a boy whose looks screamed some sort of spellcaster. Mulling it over, he turned to Lumara fully, absently weaving another Thunder charge as he gestured toward the strange sight. "Is that child one of yours? If not, he just needs to stay alive and well until the end of the battle. That'd be all I need in order to get some information on these fine... gentlefolk."

The Dark Mage paused with the sphere of energy gathered in his palm, looking almost absent as he double checked the battlefield. This time he gestured toward one of the more central fights, pointing at the cluster of men and women surrounding the kleptomaniac archer, the pegasus knight, and the dark-haired man with the attitude problem. "Is he one of the aggressors? He certainly seems the type."

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

While I'm not a GM of this RP, I can tell you that I seriously doubt hatakekuro's character will be approved as it is. He's hella OP.

Something to note when writing backstory: Make it make sense in context.

hatakekuro said Durandel was only a small child when he has abandoned in the cold winters of Ferox.

Small child means five to about twelve, right? By that, let's go to the far ends of the extreme in this example, and assume that Durandal is twelve when he does the following actions

hatakekuro said Durandel wanted to fight for his life, so he can live even though the odds were against him. It was only natural for him to have a desire to fight; it's a pure animalistic instinct that all animals, including humans, have.

Like hell. This is a twelve year old child. However, that could be explained because he's a taguel and I have no idea what's up with their mentality.

hatakekuro said Hours went by as he made his way through the icy forest, only for brigands to find him and attempt to kidnap him. These weren't ordinary brigands; they were ones stealing women and children to sell them as slaves to make a profit. This group attempted to grab the boy and steal him away...it didn't go well. Durandel stole one of the daggers being pointed at him and he quickly killed them all, their bloody painting the ground crimson. Meanwhile, soldier's from Ferox had discovered the whereabouts of the group of brigands and went immediately to put an end to their trade only to discover them already dead with only a young boy standing their with his hands covered in blood and a smile on his face.

This is the heart of the issue, right here. After trekking through a frozen forest for hours with no food(A feat that would down a full grown, healthy man), said twelve year old child meets brigands who are trained in the art of taking people alive(Something a lot harder when you consider how easy it is to kill someone with an axe), tears a knife away from a full grown man who's both well-fed and wearing proper clothing for the temperature, and then proceeds to butcher the group of men. While nearly freezing, probably starving due to burning all the calories just to stay alive, and most of all, twelve years old(A time where if you have muscles, you've messed up your body in the long run). And then the proper, trained soldiers show up.

hatakekuro said
The troops were astounded and confused by the spectacle. They didn't know what to do with this kid until they decided to bring this child with him back to the barracks. After much discussion, they brought Durandel into their ranks as a trainee. As the years went on, the boy had become a man and as he became a man, his fighting skills surpassed even the mightiest of generals in Ferox's army. He became famous through out the continent for his beast like fighting style and his undeniable skill. As of now, he has been on a journey to go find as many strong opponents to duel to the death with.

Astonished and confused? They should have killed him on the spot, if this strange little child is smiling after killing several dozen men. Now then. The last part about the generals means that he's currently one of the most powerful people on the continent, despite having a crippled body due to his muscle structure being horribly developed at the age of twelve.



To recap. I don't think you'll be accepted until your backstory is reworked into something that doesn't instagib any other person in the RP, or at least makes sense.

Machines(Mechs, Mecha, and Powered Armor Oh My!)

Well, got a sketch of the Reichsritter down, should finish up sometime tomorrow or later in the week.

Machines(Mechs, Mecha, and Powered Armor Oh My!)

Jonathan swore loudly, cursing the world in general as he checked the channel he was broadcasting on. After confirming that he hadn't, in fact, been on a private channel like he thought he was, the insomniac pilot hit another switch. All of the external speakers on the Reichsritter turned off at once, leaving open only the private channel directly to the Moloch. Metal pistons creaked as he accelerated toward the newest threat, catching only the barest hints of speech over the distance and the rumbling footsteps of the charging giant. The huge suit's over-large thrusters opened fully about halfway to the target sniper, barely getting into speaking range in time to hear clearly "...Junkyard?". Jonathan grunted something about idiocy under his breath, before ramming the power to his thrusters up to maximum and letting the resulting discharge of heat and force launch him forward, closing the distance much faster than anything of that size should move.

Machines(Mechs, Mecha, and Powered Armor Oh My!)

Jonathan's response was as dry and bitter as the environment around them. "Don't even get me fucking started on the fucking pirates. Yo-Ho's got a fucking parrot, too. Likes to make people walk the plank. Instead of getting eaten by fish, they break their legs and shit like that. They just-" His voice cut off as an alert on the Reichsritter's own scanners picked up another mech. Cursing like the pirates he despised, the pilot typed in a few commands to activate the electronic warfare systems, firewalls raising and broadcasting a wave of static and false information across all the channels he wasn't using. His heavy monster of a robot switched directions on command, turning at a loping stride toward the newest signal his shield raised and deployed at an angle to defend him from incoming fire. "Oh lovely, company. Need to get in fucking range to use the fucking speakers again, yippee-ass-dammit."

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

It burns. Logan writhed on the ground, trying to make sense of the painful reality he'd just been thrust into. His skin was blistered and throbbing, exposing the delicate wounds to the gritty sand that ground into his raw flesh. The action attempted to drag a scream from his throat, making only a hiss as the lack of air came into play. He gasped again, dragging for breath that would not come as he blacked out, unsure of whether or not it'd be the last time he saw sunlight. Resurfacing moments later, he twisted onto his uninjured side and managed to get a glimpse of a female foot headed toward his face a fraction of a second before it impacted. It looked like he deflated, too out of breath to even raise a noise louder than the faint hiss of pain. Clutching his head(And newly damaged face), he struggled to get up, blacking out for a second time before managing to get to onto his hands and knees. It hurts.

The Dark Mage managed to shoot Lumara a glare before returning to his dry heaving. As the breath he so desired finally came, Logan forced out a single sentence as he struggled to his feet, using Caius' hide as a crutch. "...Was that... really... necessary?" He couldn't see straight, and he could tell from the clashes and screams that the battle was still raging on, unabated. A glance to the side revealed confirmed that his attacker was dead or that there was a really red blur monster that was coming for them and since the Wyvern Lord wasn't throwing her axe at it... probably the former. He grasped for his tome, finding the bright yellow book on the ground where it had fallen, before continuing his explanation to Lumara in a faltering voice. "Thanks... I think. I need to... get one of these... bastards... alive!" The last word was, while still faint, obviously supposed to be a yell as Logan spotted a man who broke off from the crowd, and wind back to throw something.

The next moment was a gamble on the spellcaster's part. He knew most of the Thunder spell by heart, and merely opening the tome and confirming what was there made it more powerful, even if he couldn't even read his own name at this point. He slashed his hand forward as the gold runes etched themselves shakily into the air, and grimaced as the spell arched from his fingertips. At first, it seemed to have worked perfectly, the buzzing and crackling ball of plasma diving toward the large man, ignoring the flying arrows and javelins. Then... something happened. It was extraordinarily hard to describe, but if forced into a single word, it looked like the spell was... unraveling. The concentrated bolt split apart, energy arching off and burying itself in the sand, leaving a sort of spiderweb shaped blast that careened into the big man, knocking him off his feet with a crackle of electricity and a faint buzz as the air settled back into its natural state. The man collapsed as Logan blinked, cursing his inability to see at the moment. "Did I get him?"

Machines(Mechs, Mecha, and Powered Armor Oh My!)

Kicking a mech in half is totally a good way to enter. You know, for science and all that.

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

Logan graciously accepted the unsaid thanks with a nod of his own. His current vantage point was all the payment he needed. From Caius' swooping form the Dark Mage could discern individual battles, making it a simple task to identify the way each of the Shepherds fought. As Lumara urged her wyvern into the lone horseman, he caught a glimpse of Talbot short skirmish with a female. It gave Logan an absolutely terrific idea.

He was shaken from his reverie by Caius' rather messy impact, again feeling the sheer power of the beast and bearing witness to the carnage it caused. At Lumara ' prompting he answered, quite jovial at both his revelation and the information that the battle was providing. "Oh, immensely! There's no substitute for battle when testing spells and curses!" Black eyes flashed as he voiced his own suggestion. "Now then. Do you want to know who these angry fellows are? We'll need at least one of them alive, and my spells don't allow that much... precision. That's where you ca-" Logan paused momentarily, glancing at the dunes around them. He sniffed the air, all the while looking a bit perplexed as he slowly continued with: "...I think they have a ma-"
He was cut off by a horrible shriek as a fireball screamed into the side of his body, knocking him clean off the wyvern and down to the sand below. His natural magical resistance had cushioned most of the direct damage, but the fall left him retching and gasping for air as the lucky Mage peeked the dune and prepared for another shot.