ThirdHourIII

Fractured [ Action | Adventure | Airships ]

I should have a post up tonight, life got very busy for a little bit there.

The Dirt Town Orphans - animeish, high fantasy gang RP [Always accepting]

Yeah sorry, busy week, post up by the weekend at the latest.

The Dirt Town Orphans - animeish, high fantasy gang RP [Always accepting]

Sai

The Dirt Town Orphanage; Late Evening

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The responses to his questions were about as good as he could expect. Things looked grim but he wasn't one to just sit down and take it. He could bluff the confidence that he would do fine on his own but doubt had creeped in the recesses of his mind. Sai would be damned if he had to resort to petty stealing and being homeless in order to survive, that wasn't really living. No matter how well he got along with everyone, personal emotions had to be set aside so that they could pull this shipwreck back together. Mind you, they were knee deep in water and had no method of bailing themselves out, Old Man Fritz had made sure of that.

Senna pointed this out quickly, not everyone would be willing to cooperate. So it goes, he was sure not everyone would stick around, which is understandable. Staying together required putting faith in each other and those who led, a hard task indeed.

"But stick together? Pfft, we have a better chance of actually raising the dead with those wails back there. I don't intend to stick around long - you guys know I'm not exactly a team player. We'll just make ourselves a bigger target if we bunch up like that. I don't fancy waking up to some other gangs knife in my neck. I did fine on my own before, so I'll do just that."

Sai wasn't surprised to hear her say that, Senna was about as independent a 15 year old could be. He could understand where she was coming from, though he wasn't so sure he could do the same. Yes, he had the skills necessary, but he respected this place too much to leave. He didn't want to disrespect Old Man Fritz's final request, even though he was dead and could do nothing about the future. Fritz had done so much for all of them, it felt like the least Sai could do was honor his wishes. And what about all the little kids? They couldn't defend themselves, how could he just leave them to Mary and hope for the best?

Sai was relieved when she asked if he had any ideas to offer, looking up at him with a smile, curiosity, and maybe a little hope? He opened his mouth to offer his ideas when Ansgar interjected, Sai just smiled slightly and wistfully dwelled on the fact that this was the most he had ever heard the boy speak at one time.

Ansgar presented some good thoughts, though somber in nature, brutally honest. Exactly what he needed right now, lies or sugar coating would help no one.

"You're completely right, this won't be easy in the slightest... but hear me out." Sai took a breath to center himself, once again nervously combing his hair with humble fingers. Tufts of his dark hair began sticking up in odd directions, not that he cared.

"I don't know about you guys, but if everyone just abandons this place, the little ones are as good as dead. Mary, no matter how determined she is, won't have a chance at protecting those kids. I just - I can't walk out on people when I know we have the skills to keep this place going. It'll be rough, obviously, but I'd rather go to tough times with the people I grew up with, then struggle all alone. Ansgar you talked about either Senna or I leading but... Why not both of us? Who said only one person has to lead? If the majority works together, and I know some won't, we can keep this place going. But I think moving would be too difficult, we'd probably end up losing a little bugger or two...

Sai paused a moment, noticing more people leave Fritz's room, a few leaving the temple immediately, probably never coming back too. He noticed Thames was one of them, and he sent a silent thanks to the Gods, he had always seen that kid as stuck up. Pulling his thoughts back together he continued.

"We might as well give it a shot, and if things go bad we can all just split. Not like we have much to lose... The only hard part is going to be convincing those little fuckers." Sai offered them both a genuine smile, relaxed nature once again back in place. Thinking always calmed himself down, it was good to have goals to strive towards.

The Dirt Town Orphans - animeish, high fantasy gang RP [Always accepting]

Sai

The Dirt Town Orphanage; Late Evening

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Death had a a physical presence in the Dirt Town Orphanage and it weighed heavily on a certain young man. He was perched by Old Man Fritz's side with his usual passive and unimpressed face. Suppressing his feelings was more difficult that it ever was before. Watching the only role model and teacher he's ever had wither away like a parchment in a fire, a part of Sai withered away with him. His white knuckled hands gripped the edge of Fritz's bed sheets. Shadows danced fretfully upon the man's face from the single candle that lit the room. It looked like something out of a fucking horror novel, at least to Sai it did.

A nervous tic caused Sai to take his slender fingers and rake them through his hair, to the people close to him, this was one of the few tells that he was was actually in distress. Most of the littler ones saw him as an unemotional guardian of sorts, when they saw him react this way, they understood that this was the end. Every cough from the old man shook Sai to the core, he leaned close to hear the dying words of Old Man Fritz. It started with a warning, of the hard times to come. Which was true, Mr. Fritz was insanely strong and had kept them safe since Sai could remember. Sai rationalized that this death would probably shake the agreement of neutrality in Dirt Town. Soon enough they would have rival gangs fighting for domain over this territory. Their beloved home would probably be ravaged by ruthless killers who would either kill the remaining orphans or add them to their own ranks. Mr. Fritz talked about staying together but Sai was beginning to doubt that was even possible.

These kids were used to people not giving a shit about them, how was he or anyone else supposed to rally them? Even if they did manage that, were they even strong enough or smart enough to fend their home?

As Fritz took his last breath, hope seemed to leave with him as he traveled to the after life. Wails broke out in unison, cries of grief slammed his ears like a sludgehammer. Even Mary, the oldest of the kids, broke into heart-wrenching sobs. Sai's heart began to beat like a drum kit, sweat beaded along his forehead, his breathes became ragged. What was this? He needed out of this cramped place, this sadness was choking him. Sai couldn't tell because he was normally so good at staying calm, but he was experiencing his first ever panic attack. He staggered away from the bed and stumbled outside of the room into the hallway, gulping huge breaths of air.

Sai's bloodshot eyes looked up to see two other kids as his steps carried himself further away from the room, he needed to clear his head. What the hell had even happened back there? It was unbalancing to lose control of his emotions so easily like that, usually he was able to shut down and focus on what needed to be done in the moment but he had totally fallen apart. Maybe there were chinks in his facade after all...

Arriving just in time to hear Ansgar's joke, Sai's steps slowed until they finally stopped in front of the two others. He leaned against the wall to steady himself and attempted to regain control of his emotions once again. Maybe small talk was exactly what he needed, anything to get his mind off of that Old Man.

"If I didn't know better, I would suggest the amount of wailing and sobbing would be loud enough to wake the dead in there."

Sai exhaled sharply through his nose, not in the mood to laugh, but he at least wanted to acknowledge the attempt.

"They're probably rolling in their graves as we speak. If they keep it up we'll have gangs and the undead to deal with."

Sai was usually expressed a witty sort of humor that most people appreciated, but this time his voice was a little shaky and the joke kind of fell flat. Especially with the implication of gangs coming after them. But Mr. Fritz had been adamant about staying together, maybe he could convince the kids slowly and in small groups. With these thoughts revolving in his mind, he asked a hollow question.

"Do you think we have what it takes to work together with the Old Man gone now? It definitely wouldn't be easy to work with everyone, but if gangs start moving in and we're all fending for ourselves we're as good as fucked."

Sai wasn't sure why he was talking so much, maybe it was a diversionary tactic, but it wasn't seeming to help the situation. It was probably all falling in deaf ears anyways, seeing as he was talking to Senna and Ansgar. He never saw much of them, honestly. Senna was usually up to no good and Ansgar... well, Sai wasn't really sure what Ansgar was always up to.

Wiping his eyes and streaked face, Sai vowed to make Old Man Fritz's final request a reality. Even if he lost a few, even if they lost everything, he promised that he would do it for Fritz. In his death, he gave Sai a reason to keep fighting. And in this world, hope was so so important. So, Sai would embrace chaos and show everyone that his family had what it took to survive in this odd city of Yire Alba.

The Dirt Town Orphans - animeish, high fantasy gang RP [Always accepting]

Sai

With soft facial features, intense eyes, and a perpetual frown, Sai carries a look of constant suppressed anger. Sai styles his jet black hair by keeping the sides cut short and keeping the top long. Usually he'll slick the top of his hair back to keep it out of his face. The only imperfection on his face is the small scar that splits his right eyebrow, caused by a clumsy fall in his childhood. He stands at an average 5'8" and carries a rather lean build, with taut, wiry muscles. Sai has a silent grace to his movements, as if every step and act has a purpose to it. Attire has little importance to Sai, who has better things to focus on, but he tends to stick to dull colors. He enjoys drab colors like grey and black, as well as clothing that permits easy movement like joggers, tank tops, tee shirts, and hoodies.

Name:
Sai

Age:
15

Gender:
Male

Background:
Self-assured and level-headed are the best words to describe Sai. Despite his seemingly angry face, he's normally quite relaxed and content. He isn't one to rush into anything and has a problem with being inside his head all of the time instead of enjoying the moment. Most of the other kids see him as the eye of the storm, always grounded in himself and his beliefs, with unwavering resolve. Being mature and independent had a lot to do with that, though, with no parents he had to learn to fend for himself pretty fast. Though Sai is not an extrovert by any means, he surprises some with wry and witty humor. He might open up more if he found people somewhat intriguing, but alas he finds most people to be boring and somewhat predictable. Even as an adolescent he's quite good at reading people. Despite his general view of people, he's very passionate about everyone in the Orphanage. Since he grew up with no real family or place to belong, the Orphanage gave him the strength and drive to want to succeed. In turn, he's come to care about everyone in the chaotic, dysfunctional group, especially Mr. Fritz.

Mr. Fritz found Sai at the Orphanage doorstep, the deserters long gone by the time his wails were noticed. Since he was a baby when he was abandoned, all he's ever known is Dirt Town. The Orphanage was the only family he's ever had, no matter how crazy things got. Mr. Fritz was the only father figure Sai had, and damn, had he looked up to him. Sai has always been the level-headed one, but he centered himself by modeling Fritz. As Mr. Fritz got older and weaker, concern creeped in. Will his ever-present equilibrium shatter upon the death of Fritz? Will he finally crack? Sai doesn't know the answer to these questions, but for once in his life, he might lose sight of his goals at the deathbed of his "father."

Equipment:
- A tanto he keeps sheathed horizontally on his lower back.
- A gold ring with a black gemstone set in it, found folded into the blankets he was swaddled in when he was found by Mr. Fritz. Sai will unconsciously rub it to center himself.

Level:
Level 1

Attribute:
Focus

Skills:

• Parkour: Sai is able to gracefully move through his environment with precision and speed.
• Analytical: Sai is adept at noticing the fine details and reading people. He tends to take things slow and read situations before reacting.
• Eye of the Storm: It takes a lot to get Sai to act irrationally or impulsively. He's good in stressful situations and is usually unaffected by chaos and anarchy.

Affinity:
Dark

Gift:
Sai's gift manifested as teleportation. At this stage, his max range is 30 feet and he's also limited to only being able to teleport a couple times in a certain amount of time. Though his gift is simple, he utilizes it in a variety of ways, using it to gain advantageous positioning or catch people by surprise.

The Dirt Town Orphans - animeish, high fantasy gang RP [Always accepting]

I'm in the process of creating a character as well, should be up tonight... Hopefully.

EDIT: I've completed my character.

Sai

With soft facial features, intense eyes, and a perpetual frown, Sai carries a look of constant suppressed anger. Sai styles his jet black hair by keeping the sides cut short and keeping the top long. Usually he'll slick the top of his hair back to keep it out of his face. The only imperfection on his face is the small scar that splits his right eyebrow, caused by a clumsy fall in his childhood. He stands at an average 5'8" and carries a rather lean build, with taut, wiry muscles. Sai has a silent grace to his movements, as if every step and act has a purpose to it. Attire has little importance to Sai, who has better things to focus on, but he tends to stick to dull colors. He enjoys drab colors like grey and black, as well as clothing that permits easy movement like joggers, tank tops, tee shirts, and hoodies.

Name:
Sai

Age:
15

Gender:
Male

Background:
Self-assured and level-headed are the best words to describe Sai. Despite his seemingly angry face, he's normally quite relaxed and content. He isn't one to rush into anything and has a problem with being inside his head all of the time instead of enjoying the moment. Most of the other kids see him as the eye of the storm, always grounded in himself and his beliefs, with unwavering resolve. Being mature and independent had a lot to do with that, though, with no parents he had to learn to fend for himself pretty fast. Though Sai is not an extrovert by any means, he surprises some with wry and witty humor. He might open up more if he found people somewhat intriguing, but alas he finds most people to be boring and somewhat predictable. Even as an adolescent he's quite good at reading people. Despite his general view of people, he's very passionate about everyone in the Orphanage. Since he grew up with no real family or place to belong, the Orphanage gave him the strength and drive to want to succeed. In turn, he's come to care about everyone in the chaotic, dysfunctional group, especially Mr. Fritz.

Mr. Fritz found Sai at the Orphanage doorstep, the deserters long gone by the time his wails were noticed. Since he was a baby when he was abandoned, all he's ever known is Dirt Town. The Orphanage was the only family he's ever had, no matter how crazy things got. Mr. Fritz was the only father figure Sai had, and damn, had he looked up to him. Sai has always been the level-headed one, but he centered himself by modeling Fritz. As Mr. Fritz got older and weaker, concern creeped in. Will his ever-present equilibrium shatter upon the death of Fritz? Will he finally crack? Sai doesn't know the answer to these questions, but for once in his life, he might lose sight of his goals at the deathbed of his "father."

Equipment:
- A tanto he keeps sheathed horizontally on his lower back.
- A gold ring with a black gemstone set in it, found folded into the blankets he was swaddled in when he was found by Mr. Fritz. Sai will unconsciously rub it to center himself.

Level:
Level 1

Attribute:
Focus

Skills:

• Parkour: Sai is able to gracefully move through his environment with precision and speed.
• Analytical: Sai is adept at noticing the fine details and reading people. He tends to take things slow and read situations before reacting.
• Eye of the Storm: It takes a lot to get Sai to act irrationally or impulsively. He's good in stressful situations and is usually unaffected by chaos and anarchy.

Affinity:
Dark

Gift:
Sai's gift manifested as teleportation. At this stage, his max range is 30 feet and he's also limited to only being able to teleport a couple times in a certain amount of time. Though his gift is simple, he utilizes it in a variety of ways, using it to gain advantageous positioning or catch people by surprise.

Fractured [ Action | Adventure | Airships ]

Lexington Vale

Lexington Vale

^{A quick-handed thief who's got a love for adventure and of course, money.}

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"Lexington Vale, but most people call me Lex"

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Male

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Baleine

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Lexington has a rough and weary sort of appearance, portraying someone who's matured well beyond his years. He has a tall and athletic build, standing at 6 feet and weighing in at around 175 pounds. He has long hair that he dyed blond everywhere except on the left side, which he shaved close to his skull. The next thing you'd notice would be his icy blue eyes that look like they've been cut from a rare stone. He has harsh eyebrows, a long thin nose, and stubble dotting his chin as well as above his full lips. Both of his ears are double pierced with hoops in all four holes. Lex will usually wear clothes that allow him to blend into the crowd, usually dark slacks and cotton shirts, nothing too special. He's never seen without his cane or the pistol that he keeps holstered at the hip. Lex walks with a distinct limp in his left leg.

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Lexington is a charming, gentleman thief. People are usually caught up in his good looks, trustful smile, and witty humor until the next thing they know they're penniless. Behind his bright smile is a cunning and calculating swindler. Lex's one true love in life is money and he's got a fiendish knack for taking it from the unsuspecting. He doesn't view it as stealing, he sees it as a game, one that he cheats at and wins often.

Lex is smart in his own ways, he might not fully understand magic, or be an academic scholar, but he has his fair share of street-smarts. Above all, Lex knows how to adapt, how to survive. He knows how to lift money from people without them feeling a single tug, effortlessly able pick locks, and heists and scamming are a second nature to. You may like him, but don't trust him for a second, not unless you want to be robbed so fast that you won't even remember his face in the crowd. Lex is a negotiator, a smooth talker, always having something to say. Lying is a necessary skill, as well as a poker face, Lex has mastered both. Deception is his best friend, he'll do whatever it takes to get a job done.

Lexington is slow to trust, mostly because he's so untrustworthy himself. It takes time to become his friend, but if or when you do, you might as well be family. Even to those close to him he remains sort of an enigma, he tells very little about himself or his past. This is because he believes that information is power, sometimes even more powerful than money. If one thing is certain about Lex, is that he has a love for life. He finds finds even the mundane to be beautiful, but has a passion for anything that gets his adrenaline pumping and heart racing.

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● Thievery - If you have it, Lex can probably take it from you. Deception and distractions are his best tools. He has quick hands and light fingers. These skills usually manifest when Lex is pickpocketing, lock-picking, scamming, etc.

● Fighting - Lex has been fighting since he was a little kid, always has, always will. He doesn't fight with the concept of honor, no, he does whatever it takes to win. Lex is well versed in sword fighting, and is a pretty good shot with his pistol. Most of the time, Lexington doesn't even use his hidden sword or pistol, preferring to just beat people with his cane. Having adapted an odd style of fighting on the streets, Lex aims for pressure points and weak spots, using speed and precision instead of strength and brute force.

● Adaptation - Lex, above all else, knows how to survive. He'll do whatever it takes to stay alive and well, usually without regard for others.

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Lexington might have quick hands, but he's not quick on his feet... At the age of 10, Lex's leg was broken by a thug and it never healed quite right, leaving him with a distinct limp in his left leg. Which is why he's always seen with his cane. Though money is his motivation, it can also be used against him. His interests are easily swayed if the right sum is offered. Lexington's most frustrating flaw comes from not being formally educated. Everything he's ever learned has been taught by either pirates or by his own mistakes and studies. Sure, he's quite articulate and knows how to read and write enough to get him by, but in the limelight of a scholar, he pales in comparison.

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The first lesson Lexington learned in life was that the slums of Baleine take kindly to no one. Lexington assumes that his father disappeared well before his mother gave birth his brother and himself, because he never met him. He figures his mother was ill during her pregnancy because unfortunately, she died during childbirth due to complications. Thankfully, the doctors were able to save Lex and his twin brother, Athas. With no parents or relatives willing to take them in, the brothers were thrown into the foster care system of Baleine. The twin's early years were a mix of different parents and trying to find a place called home. Since most of their caretakers never actually gave a shit, the brothers were forced to care for themselves at a young age. It started with dipping into distracted women's purses, and transformed into full-fledged pickpocketing.

Athas and Lexington were crime protégés by the time they were 8, while also getting into their fair share of trouble and scraps. It didn't matter how often they were knocked down, they found strength in each other and trudged on. Soon enough they fell into the gang life, though if Lex knew what was to come, he would have been scared straight to a life a purity. It all came crashing down on the young brothers when a heist went south. They were supposed to be robbing a house in the upper class district but they were ratted out by another member of their gang for cash. Lex and Athas were jumped before they could reach the target's house. Their opponents were members of a rival gang who wanted more territory in the slums. The thugs beat Lex senseless, breaking his leg in the process. The worst was what they did to Athas. They made Lexington watch as they slit his brother's throat. An image that haunts Lex every time he lays his head on a pillow or closes his eyes.

Too young, his brother was taken from him too young. The thugs took Lexington and sold him to a band of pirates for a hefty sum. Once again proving how powerful money was. Lex was put to work immediately, basically a slave for the next few years of his life. They'd send him out to steak for them, or they'd put him against other kids his age and have them fight for their entertainment.

At this point, Lex was used to going from one shitty situation to the next, so he did the only thing he could do, he adapted. And it worked, the gang of pirates who bought him, their leader saw something in Lex. Their boss, Maddox, ended up taking Lexington under his wing. Lex played along too, as if he could actually care for the man who kept him as a slave in a damn airship like a dog. Lexington escaped by stealing from one of the criminals on board. He lifted the man's pistol without him even knowing that Lex was there. The next thing anyone knew, their captain was being held at gun point by Lex, who was now a young adult. The crew begrudgingly released Lex, ashamed that they were bested by a young thief. Lex ended up on the streets once again, left to his own devices. Although this time around, Lexington decided that he would survive on his own terms. This was how the gentleman thief was created. Instead of brute force and fear, Lex preferred charisma and quick hands. He made sure he stole from the rich, and that he never hurt a soul. Lex prefers it better this way, he knows how to fight dirty, he's caused his fair share of blood, but he loved the rush of pulling of a heist without anyone knowing what hit them.

This is how Lex survived his early adult life. With his dirty money he was able to secure his first real home and didn't have to keep moving because gangs were no longer after him and he was rarely even seen performing a steal, let alone caught. It looked like this would be the rest of his life, carrying in surviving, just the thought left Lex feeling empty. His brother had aspired to be so much more, Athas had dreams of exploring, of living a life that didn't require him to steal to survive. Lexington adopted his brother's dream as his own, and when he heard about The North Wind's daring expedition, he realized that he had to join the conquest, for Athas. The only question that needed to be asked was how would he convince the Captain to let him aboard? It took some convincing and some trademark, Vale charisma, but he was able to create a valid arguement as to how he was needed on the ship. Lexington explained that not only he was willing to work however he was needed on the ship, but that he also had useful knowledge the crew might need. A lot of applicants had book-smarts and theoretical knowledge, but not many had the street-smarts Lex had. Lexington promised that The North Wind would probably be a target to pirates and thieves due to the nature of their expedition, he assumed that thieves like himself would want a piece of whatever the Ship came back with on their way home from the expedition. Lex was a servant to a band of pirates for many years in his youth, he knows how they work, their tactics and thinking. And the best way to not be robbed is to rob others before they have the opportunity to take what's yours. Lexington guaranteed that if he was aboard The North Wind, not a single item would be taken from the ship without him knowing.

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Lexington is in search for treasure beyond imagination. He wants to explore the unknown in hopes of fulfilling his brother's dream. He hopes that he will return from the trip with enough money to justify not having to steal ever again. Lex is doing this to clean his conscious, to let go of the life that killed his brother, to live a life worth living.

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● Cane - Lexington is always seen with this beautiful and deadly cane. He uses it to assist his walking and to fight when needed. Lex almost never uses the hidden blade, preferring to smack around his opposition instead of stabbing them.

● Flintlock Pistol - Lex knows not to bring a blade to a gun fight, so if the stakes are raised he will always fall back on his pistol to solve problems his cane can't. He keeps all the equipment and cleaning tools needed for it on his person.

● A gold ring - This ring is always found on Lexington's left hand, nestled on his middle finger. This is no ordinary ring though, if twisted in a precise way, a small, sharp blade will be opened. This has gotten Lex out of a couple unpleasant situations in which he was tied up.

● A lock picking set that Lex uses often, with these in his hands no lock is safe.

● A well drawn picture of a young boy that looks strikingly similar to Lexington is always kept on his person. He's often seen looking at it when he think's no one is watching.

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

Well if times running out, we can just have them fight after classes are out. I'm kind of confused about how classes are going to happen, seeing as there's no schedule or any reference to time. What time do classes get out? Can students even fight after school? I'm assuming we can make up things do to after classes though, can they go into the city surrounding the school?

@Ryougu@VitaVitaAR

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

Ban rolled his eyes as the rank 0 squad went back and forth on who would fight him. His eyes settled on the white hair kid once again, he had really gotten under the kid's skin hadn't he?

"Why waste my time with someone like you when I could fight opponents who could actually give me BP or at least a good fight?" He aimed at the boy, a smug smirk once again finding his face.

Ban was loving this, he had managed to get the self-proclaimed pacifist ready to fight in a few minutes. That had to be some sort of record right? Did he get a prize? He sure felt like he deserved one. Though it seemed like Megumi wanted to fight him in Ryuji's place. There were a lot speeches the two were giving, as if there was something noble about fighting.

"Alright alright, cut the shit will ya? Ryuji, why don't you go meditate or do whatever you do in your free time. I know I started shit with you but I'm not about to go and trample on your beliefs cuz I gotta temper. The girl seems like she's confident and can handle herself. Not sure how much that'll help but..." He glanced at Megumi, who was glaring at him. "I'd rather fight someone who actually wants to fight."

@Ryougu@HeroicSociopath@AtomicNut

Fractured [ Action | Adventure | Airships ]

Revised and completed.

Lexington Vale

Lexington Vale

^{A quick-handed thief who's got a love for adventure and of course, money.}

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"Lexington Vale, but most people call me Lex"

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26

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Male

ＰＬＡＣＥ ＯＦ ＯＲＩＧＩＮ

Baleine

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Lexington has a rough and weary sort of appearance, portraying someone who's matured well beyond his years. He has a tall and athletic build, standing at 6 feet and weighing in at around 175 pounds. He has long hair that he dyed blond everywhere except on the left side, which he shaved close to his skull. The next thing you'd notice would be his icy blue eyes that look like they've been cut from a rare stone. He has harsh eyebrows, a long thin nose, and stubble dotting his chin as well as above his full lips. Both of his ears are double pierced with hoops in all four holes. Lex will usually wear clothes that allow him to blend into the crowd, usually dark slacks and cotton shirts, nothing too special. He's never seen without his cane or the pistol that he keeps holstered at the hip. Lex walks with a distinct limp in his left leg.

ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ

Lexington is a charming, gentleman thief. People are usually caught up in his good looks, trustful smile, and witty humor until the next thing they know they're penniless. Behind his bright smile is a cunning and calculating swindler. Lex's one true love in life is money and he's got a fiendish knack for taking it from the unsuspecting. He doesn't view it as stealing, he sees it as a game, one that he cheats at and wins often.

Lex is smart in his own ways, he might not fully understand magic, or be an academic scholar, but he has his fair share of street-smarts. Above all, Lex knows how to adapt, how to survive. He knows how to lift money from people without them feeling a single tug, effortlessly able pick locks, and heists and scamming are a second nature to. You may like him, but don't trust him for a second, not unless you want to be robbed so fast that you won't even remember his face in the crowd. Lex is a negotiator, a smooth talker, always having something to say. Lying is a necessary skill, as well as a poker face, Lex has mastered both. Deception is his best friend, he'll do whatever it takes to get a job done.

Lexington is slow to trust, mostly because he's so untrustworthy himself. It takes time to become his friend, but if or when you do, you might as well be family. Even to those close to him he remains sort of an enigma, he tells very little about himself or his past. This is because he believes that information is power, sometimes even more powerful than money. If one thing is certain about Lex, is that he has a love for life. He finds finds even the mundane to be beautiful, but has a passion for anything that gets his adrenaline pumping and heart racing.

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● Thievery - If you have it, Lex can probably take it from you. Deception and distractions are his best tools. He has quick hands and light fingers. These skills usually manifest when Lex is pickpocketing, lock-picking, scamming, etc.

● Fighting - Lex has been fighting since he was a little kid, always has, always will. He doesn't fight with the concept of honor, no, he does whatever it takes to win. Lex is well versed in sword fighting, and is a pretty good shot with his pistol. Most of the time, Lexington doesn't even use his hidden sword or pistol, preferring to just beat people with his cane. Having adapted an odd style of fighting on the streets, Lex aims for pressure points and weak spots, using speed and precision instead of strength and brute force.

● Adaptation - Lex, above all else, knows how to survive. He'll do whatever it takes to stay alive and well, usually without regard for others.

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Lexington might have quick hands, but he's not quick on his feet... At the age of 10, Lex's leg was broken by a thug and it never healed quite right, leaving him with a distinct limp in his left leg. Which is why he's always seen with his cane. Though money is his motivation, it can also be used against him. His interests are easily swayed if the right sum is offered. Lexington's most frustrating flaw comes from not being formally educated. Everything he's ever learned has been taught by either pirates or by his own mistakes and studies. Sure, he's quite articulate and knows how to read and write enough to get him by, but in the limelight of a scholar, he pales in comparison.

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The first lesson Lexington learned in life was that the slums of Baleine take kindly to no one. Lexington assumes that his father disappeared well before his mother gave birth his brother and himself, because he never met him. He figures his mother was ill during her pregnancy because unfortunately, she died during childbirth due to complications. Thankfully, the doctors were able to save Lex and his twin brother, Athas. With no parents or relatives willing to take them in, the brothers were thrown into the foster care system of Baleine. The twin's early years were a mix of different parents and trying to find a place called home. Since most of their caretakers never actually gave a shit, the brothers were forced to care for themselves at a young age. It started with dipping into distracted women's purses, and transformed into full-fledged pickpocketing.

Athas and Lexington were crime protégés by the time they were 8, while also getting into their fair share of trouble and scraps. It didn't matter how often they were knocked down, they found strength in each other and trudged on. Soon enough they fell into the gang life, though if Lex knew what was to come, he would have been scared straight to a life a purity. It all came crashing down on the young brothers when a heist went south. They were supposed to be robbing a house in the upper class district but they were ratted out by another member of their gang for cash. Lex and Athas were jumped before they could reach the target's house. Their opponents were members of a rival gang who wanted more territory in the slums. The thugs beat Lex senseless, breaking his leg in the process. The worst was what they did to Athas. They made Lexington watch as they slit his brother's throat. An image that haunts Lex every time he lays his head on a pillow or closes his eyes.

Too young, his brother was taken from him too young. The thugs took Lexington and sold him to a band of pirates for a hefty sum. Once again proving how powerful money was. Lex was put to work immediately, basically a slave for the next few years of his life. They'd send him out to steak for them, or they'd put him against other kids his age and have them fight for their entertainment.

At this point, Lex was used to going from one shitty situation to the next, so he did the only thing he could do, he adapted. And it worked, the gang of pirates who bought him, their leader saw something in Lex. Their boss, Maddox, ended up taking Lexington under his wing. Lex played along too, as if he could actually care for the man who kept him as a slave in a damn airship like a dog. Lexington escaped by stealing from one of the criminals on board. He lifted the man's pistol without him even knowing that Lex was there. The next thing anyone knew, their captain was being held at gun point by Lex, who was now a young adult. The crew begrudgingly released Lex, ashamed that they were bested by a young thief. Lex ended up on the streets once again, left to his own devices. Although this time around, Lexington decided that he would survive on his own terms. This was how the gentleman thief was created. Instead of brute force and fear, Lex preferred charisma and quick hands. He made sure he stole from the rich, and that he never hurt a soul. Lex prefers it better this way, he knows how to fight dirty, he's caused his fair share of blood, but he loved the rush of pulling of a heist without anyone knowing what hit them.

This is how Lex survived his early adult life. With his dirty money he was able to secure his first real home and didn't have to keep moving because gangs were no longer after him and he was rarely even seen performing a steal, let alone caught. It looked like this would be the rest of his life, carrying in surviving, just the thought left Lex feeling empty. His brother had aspired to be so much more, Athas had dreams of exploring, of living a life that didn't require him to steal to survive. Lexington adopted his brother's dream as his own, and when he heard about The North Wind's daring expedition, he realized that he had to join the conquest, for Athas. The only question that needed to be asked was how would he convince the Captain to let him aboard? It took some convincing and some trademark, Vale charisma, but he was able to create a valid arguement as to how he was needed on the ship. Lexington explained that not only he was willing to work however he was needed on the ship, but that he also had useful knowledge the crew might need. A lot of applicants had book-smarts and theoretical knowledge, but not many had the street-smarts Lex had. Lexington promised that The North Wind would probably be a target to pirates and thieves due to the nature of their expedition, he assumed that thieves like himself would want a piece of whatever the Ship came back with on their way home from the expedition. Lex was a servant to a band of pirates for many years in his youth, he knows how they work, their tactics and thinking. And the best way to not be robbed is to rob others before they have the opportunity to take what's yours. Lexington guaranteed that if he was aboard The North Wind, not a single item would be taken from the ship without him knowing.

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Lexington is in search for treasure beyond imagination. He wants to explore the unknown in hopes of fulfilling his brother's dream. He hopes that he will return from the trip with enough money to justify not having to steal ever again. Lex is doing this to clean his conscious, to let go of the life that killed his brother, to live a life worth living.

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● Cane - Lexington is always seen with this beautiful and deadly cane. He uses it to assist his walking and to fight when needed. Lex almost never uses the hidden blade, preferring to smack around his opposition instead of stabbing them.

● Flintlock Pistol - Lex knows not to bring a blade to a gun fight, so if the stakes are raised he will always fall back on his pistol to solve problems his cane can't. He keeps all the equipment and cleaning tools needed for it on his person.

● A gold ring - This ring is always found on Lexington's left hand, nestled on his middle finger. This is no ordinary ring though, if twisted in a precise way, a small, sharp blade will be opened. This has gotten Lex out of a couple unpleasant situations in which he was tied up.

● A lock picking set that Lex uses often, with these in his hands no lock is safe.

● A well drawn picture of a young boy that looks strikingly similar to Lexington is always kept on his person. He's often seen looking at it when he think's no one is watching.