well i took a shot at it, probably messed something up along the way :P
Still I hope I did alright!
Still I hope I did alright!
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Name: Titus Gaius Telomi (though he goes by Titus Smith normally)
Age: Whenever asked this, his answer is always to smile and say that his mother was a Sabine, and let the questioner fill in the blanks. However he looks around 37
Gender: Male
Titus stands around 6'00'' and seems to be of an almost military build
Species: Human "True" Immortal
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Likes : Teaching, collecting various "worthless" trinkets, dabbleing in HEMA, reading, people watching, art and history museums
Dislikes: secrecy, needless loss, driving, sports
Bio: Born at the turn of an age, Titus spent his early years in a young city in the midst of a war between his mother's people and his fathers. In fact his earliest memory was that of two armies, poised to fight and soak the fields of the young city in blood. The only thing that stopped them was a group of mothers and their children that came between them. After that the city grew as Titus did, its span reaching out to cover the seven hills upon which lay its roots, stone buildings replaced the wooden structures and the population swelled, a new people being born out of the two old that once lived. But through all this time Titus remained, both friends and family coming and going, leaving the now man behind. Still he stayed in the city, watching it and it's people grow, he fought in all three of the wars with her neighbors to the south and for a short time put himself under the command of a man named Julius in what would become France.
But as history marched on, so to did Titus, eventually leading to him leaving the heartland of the now great nation to explore her outer reaches. It is from here any record of Titus becomes blurry, yet oddly unified. Over the coarse of the next few hundred years only glances of him show up in any records, all referring to a man of his same build and height, name changing with his clothes and the times. He appears in artwork from time to time, this travailing man, always in the background though, and always one needs to look hard to find him, almost as if he prefers it that way.
And to Titus this was the way he wanted it, though supernaturals were out in the open, he wanted none of the attention that follows one who is untouched by time. Not only that, but he found a certain pleasure in watching the world grow from his pale anonymity. Eventually, around sixty years ago, Titus found himself employed at a local collage teaching a small electives class "The hidden world of supernaturals and the Ancients". He also spends some time and funds in research on his immortality as it seems shared by very few, and was not exhibited by his immediate family (mother and father), though due to lack of time constraints this project is regularly put on the back burner.
Occupation: Professor/Researcher
Country of Origin: Technically Italy
Feelings about meeting their soul mate: Hopeful, yet apprehensive. Titus oddly enough has never met his soulmate, his tattoo remaining a jumble of Roman numerals that act as the date, which means that this is new to him, and new is both an exciteing thing and a slightly fightening one for an immortal.
Soul mate: N/A
Age: Whenever asked this, his answer is always to smile and say that his mother was a Sabine, and let the questioner fill in the blanks. However he looks around 37
Gender: Male
Titus stands around 6'00'' and seems to be of an almost military build
Species: Human "True" Immortal
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Likes : Teaching, collecting various "worthless" trinkets, dabbleing in HEMA, reading, people watching, art and history museums
Dislikes: secrecy, needless loss, driving, sports
Bio: Born at the turn of an age, Titus spent his early years in a young city in the midst of a war between his mother's people and his fathers. In fact his earliest memory was that of two armies, poised to fight and soak the fields of the young city in blood. The only thing that stopped them was a group of mothers and their children that came between them. After that the city grew as Titus did, its span reaching out to cover the seven hills upon which lay its roots, stone buildings replaced the wooden structures and the population swelled, a new people being born out of the two old that once lived. But through all this time Titus remained, both friends and family coming and going, leaving the now man behind. Still he stayed in the city, watching it and it's people grow, he fought in all three of the wars with her neighbors to the south and for a short time put himself under the command of a man named Julius in what would become France.
But as history marched on, so to did Titus, eventually leading to him leaving the heartland of the now great nation to explore her outer reaches. It is from here any record of Titus becomes blurry, yet oddly unified. Over the coarse of the next few hundred years only glances of him show up in any records, all referring to a man of his same build and height, name changing with his clothes and the times. He appears in artwork from time to time, this travailing man, always in the background though, and always one needs to look hard to find him, almost as if he prefers it that way.
And to Titus this was the way he wanted it, though supernaturals were out in the open, he wanted none of the attention that follows one who is untouched by time. Not only that, but he found a certain pleasure in watching the world grow from his pale anonymity. Eventually, around sixty years ago, Titus found himself employed at a local collage teaching a small electives class "The hidden world of supernaturals and the Ancients". He also spends some time and funds in research on his immortality as it seems shared by very few, and was not exhibited by his immediate family (mother and father), though due to lack of time constraints this project is regularly put on the back burner.
Occupation: Professor/Researcher
Country of Origin: Technically Italy
Feelings about meeting their soul mate: Hopeful, yet apprehensive. Titus oddly enough has never met his soulmate, his tattoo remaining a jumble of Roman numerals that act as the date, which means that this is new to him, and new is both an exciteing thing and a slightly fightening one for an immortal.
Soul mate: N/A
CS in progress
If your still looking for people I'll throw my interest in
@TheLoneBanette is a deep matte gold with lighter flecks of gold (like normal Goldstone) for the gem, and a deep matte brownish red, with the flecks for the body alright?
If it's alright, I'd like to throw my interest in
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@Queen Raidne
The Docks outside boomtown
Swearing in Fleet-speak is a uniquely motion intensive affair, requiring multiple gestures from the hands to truly drive the point home exactly what the meaning of the words being spoken are trying to convey. So it came as no surprise the the crew of the Los when her captain, upon the navigational system and the navigator telling her that the ship had been snatched out of Rip space and was no no longer under their control, lashed out, the holo screens that surrounded the raised platform in the internal bridge "shattering" as she struck them (only to reform a few seconds later), all the while yelling this and that.
The gesturing made Captain Iralla feel a bit better, her calm composure, learned from many years as the Los's captain, overtaking that of the momentary flash of surprise and anger.
That was until they emerged in the dock.
As the outside sensors filtered in what was in front of them, the entire bridge staff, including Iralla, stood slightly dumbfounded. A prefaling silence crept in, only broken by Iralla's voice "Navigation, where in the void's great domain are we?"
the navigation officer checked his holo screen, and checked again "According to all sensors ma'am, we are still in transit."
Iralla scowled "Impossible, check again."
The navigation officer timidly looked away, his hands ringing behind his back "I have, ma'am. Checked, rechecked, and given it to the ship-born computer, which has returned the same data. According to all sensor we are still in transit."
Iralla looked slowly around the bridge, thoughts raceing through her head on how to solve the problem they found themselves in now. Turning to another member of the bridge staff she spoke, her voice only slightly hopeful "Helms, if we are still in transit, can we drop out?"
The helms-man checked his own displays in much the same way the navigation officer did, with several double checks "That would not be advised ma'am, due to the fact that we are not here of our own power means that if we try to drop to normal space, we very well might get shredded on our way out."
Iralla made a light snarling sound as she turned back to the outside displays that now dominated her view, her eyes quickly catching the sign. Reaching forward she brushed a small button on the displays, causeing the sip wide comm to pop to life "Mina, gather your Skulks, I think I might have a job for you."
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On the path to Finn's
True to their name the Skulks slowly stalked down the path towards the boomtown. While their movements were not threatening or hostile, they were defently calculated, much like scouts moving through unfamiliar territory. Which in many ways they were.
They wore a light nano-fab armor, a long bolt of silksteel cloth wrapped around their shoulders and into a hood that covered their head. A tight mask was fitted to their lower jaws, covering their mouth and noses, the slight clicks they made giving them away as breathing masks. Mounted on the left arms were frames, to which were attached a few small wires and tubes attached to what looked like three small cylinders on the left shoulder, and to large coin sized black circles on their palms. On the same hand was a small clawed gauntlet that appeared to be part of the entire assembly, with only a finger-less glove adorning that hand up to the wrist where the Nano-fab armor began (which itself had what looked like a larger, raised section on the right forearm)
As they looked over the city, their leader Mina spotted the bar "There. That seems to be the center of this settlement, we should start there." Nodding in silent agreement the Skulks moved down into boomtown, towards the bar.
The Docks outside boomtown
Swearing in Fleet-speak is a uniquely motion intensive affair, requiring multiple gestures from the hands to truly drive the point home exactly what the meaning of the words being spoken are trying to convey. So it came as no surprise the the crew of the Los when her captain, upon the navigational system and the navigator telling her that the ship had been snatched out of Rip space and was no no longer under their control, lashed out, the holo screens that surrounded the raised platform in the internal bridge "shattering" as she struck them (only to reform a few seconds later), all the while yelling this and that.
The gesturing made Captain Iralla feel a bit better, her calm composure, learned from many years as the Los's captain, overtaking that of the momentary flash of surprise and anger.
That was until they emerged in the dock.
As the outside sensors filtered in what was in front of them, the entire bridge staff, including Iralla, stood slightly dumbfounded. A prefaling silence crept in, only broken by Iralla's voice "Navigation, where in the void's great domain are we?"
the navigation officer checked his holo screen, and checked again "According to all sensors ma'am, we are still in transit."
Iralla scowled "Impossible, check again."
The navigation officer timidly looked away, his hands ringing behind his back "I have, ma'am. Checked, rechecked, and given it to the ship-born computer, which has returned the same data. According to all sensor we are still in transit."
Iralla looked slowly around the bridge, thoughts raceing through her head on how to solve the problem they found themselves in now. Turning to another member of the bridge staff she spoke, her voice only slightly hopeful "Helms, if we are still in transit, can we drop out?"
The helms-man checked his own displays in much the same way the navigation officer did, with several double checks "That would not be advised ma'am, due to the fact that we are not here of our own power means that if we try to drop to normal space, we very well might get shredded on our way out."
Iralla made a light snarling sound as she turned back to the outside displays that now dominated her view, her eyes quickly catching the sign. Reaching forward she brushed a small button on the displays, causeing the sip wide comm to pop to life "Mina, gather your Skulks, I think I might have a job for you."
----
On the path to Finn's
True to their name the Skulks slowly stalked down the path towards the boomtown. While their movements were not threatening or hostile, they were defently calculated, much like scouts moving through unfamiliar territory. Which in many ways they were.
They wore a light nano-fab armor, a long bolt of silksteel cloth wrapped around their shoulders and into a hood that covered their head. A tight mask was fitted to their lower jaws, covering their mouth and noses, the slight clicks they made giving them away as breathing masks. Mounted on the left arms were frames, to which were attached a few small wires and tubes attached to what looked like three small cylinders on the left shoulder, and to large coin sized black circles on their palms. On the same hand was a small clawed gauntlet that appeared to be part of the entire assembly, with only a finger-less glove adorning that hand up to the wrist where the Nano-fab armor began (which itself had what looked like a larger, raised section on the right forearm)
As they looked over the city, their leader Mina spotted the bar "There. That seems to be the center of this settlement, we should start there." Nodding in silent agreement the Skulks moved down into boomtown, towards the bar.
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Void Child city ship Seras Ingi, deep within the accretion disk of the protostar NGC 2331-2
Within the shining behemoth of Saras Ingi, there lies a onyx colored box, well hidden away from prying eyes it would not be a stretch to say that truly only three know its true location. With its size and rounded top, one could be excused for thinking that it was a coffin of some sort. However the tubes, and wires that ran from it and into the raised dais that it seemed to be built into, told a different story of the things purpose. A story that seemed to be ornately carved into the surface of the things lid, a lid that now raised slowly with a hiss and parted with a slight rasping sound, the two halves disappearing into the dais. Inside was a thick liquid the color of quicksilver that glowed with a unnatural light, its mirror like surface showing only slight ripples as two hands hand raised slowly from it. As the hands grasped the side of the box, the slim tubes that were attached to the base of the wrists disconnected itself and slid back into the liquid with a silent almost snake like motion.
As the hands tightened their grip, a bubbling sound came from the liquid as the figure of Sarin pulled itself into a sitting position. He had the deep silver hair normal to Void Children, though cut short, and deep violet eyes that opened and closed slowly before snapping shut as he launched into a coughing fit. Turning to the side of the box he spat out a glob of the quicksilver like liquid with a dissatisfied grumble. "No matter how many times I do this, I will never like that part." Sarin muttered to himself as he stood up, the various other tubes attached to his body disconnecting and sliding into the liquid. Stepping over the side of the box and onto a set of stairs that had risen out of the floor as he had begun moving, the Fleetmaster shakily came to the actual floor where a folded set of silksteel and synth-fiber clothing awaited him. As he put it on he looked around the room where he found himself, it was a circular room with the dais in the center, its dim lighting was slowly rising to reveal the door directly in front of him, which was in turn flanked by two statue like things set into alcoves.
Both of them were hulking things of armor, no openings anywhere showed what might lie beneath, not even an eye slit on the blank mask like helmet. Their arms both ended in long, vicious looking claws, though the left claws seemed smaller than their right counterparts the general size of the left arm was slightly larger than the right. The armor itself- "Oh good your awake, now if your finished staring at those two I would like to see you in central. I mean its not like you don't know what they are, you've even seen them made. Oh and check in with Arch-alchemist as well, i'd rather you not randomly keel over due to a botched procedure." appearing suddenly and filling the chamber, the crackling voice jumped in knocking Sarin's thoughts out of his head and disappeared fast enough that he didnt have time to respond, or argue.
Finishing dressing the Fleetmaster opened the door with a hand wave, and proceeded out of it with little hesitation. The room he exited into was long and narrow, various other pods like the one he had exited earlier sat nestled into the wall, some empty, while others were closed. Sighing to himself Sarin turned and began to make his way through the darkened room, the door he had come through closing behind him and blending in with the wall. As he came to the end of the room he waved his hand again to open another door, that led to one of the many side halls of the ship. He walked slowly, taking the time to look around as he did so. He ran into very few other Void Children, even in the main thoroughfare hallways. But, as the dim lights all around hi, showed, that was to expected as most were asleep, the day/night cycle of the ship still in full effect.
Reaching one of the lifts Sarin entered into it, punching his destination and access code into the Holo-desplay that sprung up under his fingers. With a slight whrr the lift begain to move, silently taking him through much of the enormity of the City before reaching the desired level.
Positioned just above the center of the ship, Central was the command center of Saras Ingi, a large room, dominated by a raised platform in its center, which was flanked by two trench like depressions, all three with ramps leading to them. The light of the holo displays that lined the trenches and surrounded the platform gave the room an eerie glow.
As with the rest of the ship few Void Children were manning the various stations, those that were there being the skeleton night crew. All of them looked to the Fleetmaster as he entered, bowing slightly before returning to their stations, all but one. This lone figure stood in the center of the raised platform, where one could see all the Holo screens at once. It appeared as a void child of average height and build, but it's skin and clothing (which seemed archaic to even the Fleetmaster) were the same semi-translucent deep rust color and shimmered as if warm to the touch. The figure didn't even turn when it began to speak to Sarin, it's voice having an undertone like crackling flames "Good to see you in the flesh Sarin, and might I say your 400's have treated you much nicer than your predecessor."
Sarin only rolled his eyes as he came to stand next to the shimmering form "You said that last time Ignus, which makes me wonder. Are you just going to keep repeating it for every decade or just once in a while, I would assume you of all people would have new materiel, given you have so much time to think on it."
The shimmering avatar of the Ignus AI turned to the Fleet master, it's hand coming to it's chest in mock offence "You wound me Sarin, I was only trying to make idle conversation with a friend, not be insulted." Sarin didn't glorify the joking AI with a response, save for a glare from the corner of his eye as he crossed his arms. Ignus waved off the Void Child, muttering something about how "sometimes he could be no fun". A couple of the screens flickered as new information scrolled across them, catching Sarin's attention, and making the AI to make an exasperated sigh "Back to work already? No time off, really?"
Sarin shrugged as he turned to read the displays "I just spent a few weeks being, for the most part, technically dead. Trust me on this Ignus, that was all the vacation I needed. Now if I recall we had a few 'projects' beginning just as was going under, how are they transpiring?"
Ignus's form shifted slightly, as various symbols and words scrolled across his arm's and body "All of them are alright, the scouts that you requested to be sent out have all left system a few weeks ago. Most are reporting back that the empires have grown well in our absence. As of yet the scouts are also reporting that they have not been spotted, though I am calculating that the odds of said detection are rising exponentially, as to be expected.'
Sarin nodded "Good, and what of the other things?"
"I was getting to that, if you would be a little more patient. Now, the cores of the city are working at optimal conditions, their was a flare from the star a few days ago, fried a couple junctions on the third lower arm. Nothing major, just caused some problems with the day/night cycle down there and upset people. We were able to patch around them, and they have been fixed and replaced. As for the Rip Drive, it is currently charged and ready, we just need coordinates." Ignus paused as if checking some information "You will also be pleased to know that the gate's sensors have not been tripped yet, nor has it been activated."
Sarin nodded "Good, good. The empires might have scouts out on the verge though so keep an eye on that. In the mean time, we wait for the scouts to find us a path." The Fleetmaster brushed his hand on the holo screen, clearing it, he couldn't shake the feeling something was about to happen and the Void Children would have to be ready.
Within the shining behemoth of Saras Ingi, there lies a onyx colored box, well hidden away from prying eyes it would not be a stretch to say that truly only three know its true location. With its size and rounded top, one could be excused for thinking that it was a coffin of some sort. However the tubes, and wires that ran from it and into the raised dais that it seemed to be built into, told a different story of the things purpose. A story that seemed to be ornately carved into the surface of the things lid, a lid that now raised slowly with a hiss and parted with a slight rasping sound, the two halves disappearing into the dais. Inside was a thick liquid the color of quicksilver that glowed with a unnatural light, its mirror like surface showing only slight ripples as two hands hand raised slowly from it. As the hands grasped the side of the box, the slim tubes that were attached to the base of the wrists disconnected itself and slid back into the liquid with a silent almost snake like motion.
As the hands tightened their grip, a bubbling sound came from the liquid as the figure of Sarin pulled itself into a sitting position. He had the deep silver hair normal to Void Children, though cut short, and deep violet eyes that opened and closed slowly before snapping shut as he launched into a coughing fit. Turning to the side of the box he spat out a glob of the quicksilver like liquid with a dissatisfied grumble. "No matter how many times I do this, I will never like that part." Sarin muttered to himself as he stood up, the various other tubes attached to his body disconnecting and sliding into the liquid. Stepping over the side of the box and onto a set of stairs that had risen out of the floor as he had begun moving, the Fleetmaster shakily came to the actual floor where a folded set of silksteel and synth-fiber clothing awaited him. As he put it on he looked around the room where he found himself, it was a circular room with the dais in the center, its dim lighting was slowly rising to reveal the door directly in front of him, which was in turn flanked by two statue like things set into alcoves.
Both of them were hulking things of armor, no openings anywhere showed what might lie beneath, not even an eye slit on the blank mask like helmet. Their arms both ended in long, vicious looking claws, though the left claws seemed smaller than their right counterparts the general size of the left arm was slightly larger than the right. The armor itself- "Oh good your awake, now if your finished staring at those two I would like to see you in central. I mean its not like you don't know what they are, you've even seen them made. Oh and check in with Arch-alchemist as well, i'd rather you not randomly keel over due to a botched procedure." appearing suddenly and filling the chamber, the crackling voice jumped in knocking Sarin's thoughts out of his head and disappeared fast enough that he didnt have time to respond, or argue.
Finishing dressing the Fleetmaster opened the door with a hand wave, and proceeded out of it with little hesitation. The room he exited into was long and narrow, various other pods like the one he had exited earlier sat nestled into the wall, some empty, while others were closed. Sighing to himself Sarin turned and began to make his way through the darkened room, the door he had come through closing behind him and blending in with the wall. As he came to the end of the room he waved his hand again to open another door, that led to one of the many side halls of the ship. He walked slowly, taking the time to look around as he did so. He ran into very few other Void Children, even in the main thoroughfare hallways. But, as the dim lights all around hi, showed, that was to expected as most were asleep, the day/night cycle of the ship still in full effect.
Reaching one of the lifts Sarin entered into it, punching his destination and access code into the Holo-desplay that sprung up under his fingers. With a slight whrr the lift begain to move, silently taking him through much of the enormity of the City before reaching the desired level.
Positioned just above the center of the ship, Central was the command center of Saras Ingi, a large room, dominated by a raised platform in its center, which was flanked by two trench like depressions, all three with ramps leading to them. The light of the holo displays that lined the trenches and surrounded the platform gave the room an eerie glow.
As with the rest of the ship few Void Children were manning the various stations, those that were there being the skeleton night crew. All of them looked to the Fleetmaster as he entered, bowing slightly before returning to their stations, all but one. This lone figure stood in the center of the raised platform, where one could see all the Holo screens at once. It appeared as a void child of average height and build, but it's skin and clothing (which seemed archaic to even the Fleetmaster) were the same semi-translucent deep rust color and shimmered as if warm to the touch. The figure didn't even turn when it began to speak to Sarin, it's voice having an undertone like crackling flames "Good to see you in the flesh Sarin, and might I say your 400's have treated you much nicer than your predecessor."
Sarin only rolled his eyes as he came to stand next to the shimmering form "You said that last time Ignus, which makes me wonder. Are you just going to keep repeating it for every decade or just once in a while, I would assume you of all people would have new materiel, given you have so much time to think on it."
The shimmering avatar of the Ignus AI turned to the Fleet master, it's hand coming to it's chest in mock offence "You wound me Sarin, I was only trying to make idle conversation with a friend, not be insulted." Sarin didn't glorify the joking AI with a response, save for a glare from the corner of his eye as he crossed his arms. Ignus waved off the Void Child, muttering something about how "sometimes he could be no fun". A couple of the screens flickered as new information scrolled across them, catching Sarin's attention, and making the AI to make an exasperated sigh "Back to work already? No time off, really?"
Sarin shrugged as he turned to read the displays "I just spent a few weeks being, for the most part, technically dead. Trust me on this Ignus, that was all the vacation I needed. Now if I recall we had a few 'projects' beginning just as was going under, how are they transpiring?"
Ignus's form shifted slightly, as various symbols and words scrolled across his arm's and body "All of them are alright, the scouts that you requested to be sent out have all left system a few weeks ago. Most are reporting back that the empires have grown well in our absence. As of yet the scouts are also reporting that they have not been spotted, though I am calculating that the odds of said detection are rising exponentially, as to be expected.'
Sarin nodded "Good, and what of the other things?"
"I was getting to that, if you would be a little more patient. Now, the cores of the city are working at optimal conditions, their was a flare from the star a few days ago, fried a couple junctions on the third lower arm. Nothing major, just caused some problems with the day/night cycle down there and upset people. We were able to patch around them, and they have been fixed and replaced. As for the Rip Drive, it is currently charged and ready, we just need coordinates." Ignus paused as if checking some information "You will also be pleased to know that the gate's sensors have not been tripped yet, nor has it been activated."
Sarin nodded "Good, good. The empires might have scouts out on the verge though so keep an eye on that. In the mean time, we wait for the scouts to find us a path." The Fleetmaster brushed his hand on the holo screen, clearing it, he couldn't shake the feeling something was about to happen and the Void Children would have to be ready.
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