HanomaiI AM REALLY REALLY INDECISIVE.
I updated both Sebastian's and Annabelle's CSs. Specifically Seb's Armor and Annabelle's look. Cause I'm like that. The more I create them in my brainy brain, the more I go "Wow, that doesn't suit them at all" and I end up changing. Pretty sure this is for keeps though. Least until next week.
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Currently working on the OOC for the Legend of the Crimson Dusicyon.
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"We make our choices, and take what comes. And sooner or later, in ways we can't always fathom, the consequences come back to us" ~ Daud
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Busy busy busy. So nice to be writing on a deep level again.
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Those that have RP'd with me lately, please take a gaze at my Bio. I finally got around to updating it.
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"I burn endlessly, an intextinguishable inferno within the depths of a storm of passion and grace." Septimus Aureous, Captain of the Turian Frigate: Elysium
I've been roleplaying and writing for a little over half my life, and I'm 22. If I come across as cynical, picky, overly willing to write a huge CS, very inquisitive, and even ready to drop an RP out of nowhere, I apologize. I've seen way too many RPs look good only to end up smashing face first into the dirt with almost no explanation to it. I tend to see an impending crash coming from a mile away and will jump ship long before the water reaches my feet.
I enjoy most genres, including Sci-fi, Fantasy, Magic-fantasy, fandom-reworks, modern, sci-fantasy, and most things under the sun. No. I'm not going to partake in highschool or pony or anime roleplays. Outside of those, I tend to take a part in most of what peaks my interest or curiosity.
I am currently involved in an RP surrounding the exploits of the Crimson Dusicyon and her pirate crew.
As well as continuing the adventures of the manic crew of the harpoon in an infinite quest for dat poon tang.
I am currently working on several short stories that I tend to flip back and forth on depending on where I'm leaning.
I'm working on a story involving an Orbital Drop Shock Trooper trapped beneath a hundred kilos of rubble and, with her life mere hours away from being extinguished, she lets her mind wander to her past and her experiences with the dangerous anti-UNSC terrorists. I've taken to call this: Halo ODST: Rebellion.
I am also working on my most deeply thought out world and story: Sonnet of a Damned Cowboy. A story taking place hundreds of years in the future, where the earth is a barren desert due to the earth being cooked alive. The survivors make their own stories as they drive huge caravans of huge mechs called Lancers and deliver supplies from one town to another.
Finally, I am working on a Fallout based story taking place in the frozen north of Canada, old survivors of the Enclave's oppression struggle to survive in the relentless cold. Battle hardened, tired, and cold. They all know that the smallest of mistakes in the frozen wastes will be almost certain death.
Enjoy your day!
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"Sort of. They took me from my job without even giving me the courtesy of a first date...and you're welcome...whomever you are...." He was distracted, obviously. He knelt down and looked down the beach away from where she was being dragged. "Trail suggests that he had a specific destination. Camp maybe. From the way he immediately tried to plow you when you resisted it suggests that he is a prisoner. Considering that he was heading towards someplace, I would bet that many prisoners survived and have banded together for survival. Wouldn't be the hardest thing in the world to do. The ship caused a lot of wreckage and plenty of it should have washed up with us...." As he knelt the girl got a good look at him, seeing that he was in mostly blacks and grays. Dark gray pleated pants, worn from more than just sand. They were old, like something out of an old cowboy flick. Frayed at the bottom, black belt, but no holes. Black combat boots as well. He had on a blackened shirt, loose but tucked in with a single pocket on his chest. Not nearly as worn, but was dusty. He had on a trench coat, something she recognized as popular among the Illuminavit. Almost entirely leather like a duster, but instead of brown like a duster, it was dark gray and faded from time. He was well built as well, toned, but with many scars. His muscles and slender build wasn't from a personal regimen or implant however. They were from something else.
He stood up and pushed back his right sleeve, revealing a large metal band with what looked like a holographic projector on the top. He tapped it a couple times with his index finger but it didn't respond. "Damn digi-net is down. Must still be in the dead zone. Could really use the help of DT. No better scout bot on Arcadia, but oh well. Get to do this the old way. " He started to walk down the beach a bit, leaving the girl to herself. He stopped and turned towards her, yelling. "Ma'am. I'm all for helping women and stopping them from being hurt, but I can't heal stupid. If you're just going to stand there to wait for the next serial rapist to come along and ruin your life, I'm not going to help."
He turned away and continued to walk down the beach for a small ways. She finally caught up and their pace slowed so she could recover a little. He didn't try to make conversation with her, he was more concerned with finding civilization of some sort. As they turned a bend, they froze and ran for the treeline. Hiding in the pines of the island they got a look at the camp they nearly walked into.
It seemed that they were out for longer than they thought as the camp was well under way. Small tents, a dozen or so prisoners with shreds of clothing ripped off for the sake of heat Many had stolen tactical vests that they converted to holding e-cigs and food. Some even had knives. Among the camp there was also a food storage, and what looked like a prison.
From what he could see, there were several men and women of both human and elvish races in a cage guarded by prisoners with pistols taken from guards. Lead-based and non-electronic, they would be a problem. The prisoners were varied. Men and women, mostly women. A few guards that had been beaten to a pulp and what looked like a couple prisoners that were better acting than the rest. From the state of the women, they were used as cattle, and the prisoner's private parts were the brand. It was sad that these innocent people had to suffer for no reason. His self-preservative side said to just walk away and let the prisoners die on their own. But he wasn't one to use his self-preservative side. He started to count them and mark their locations. There were fifteen of them in total, several of both races, a small count considering that the ship had three hundred. They were mostly doing chores, but many were squabbling over the women, apparently anxious to take them for a test drive. Seems that they had a leader of some sorts that kept them from braining the girls. This was a good thing to Sebastian as that meant that their innocence was still somewhat intact. Then he noticed that there were women coming out of a couple tents with more prisoners joining the count. They seemed content as they wiped their mouths and giggled. Guess innocence can't be attributed to all women.
They kept hidden from view for about an hour, making full count of the prisoners. When he was sure that he had seen all the prisoners, he had counted twenty-three. A bit much for him to handle. Damn he wish he had DT. Her minigun would be fantastic right about now. He started to look around their hiding spot a little more carefully now, looking for a place for the girl he had found earlier to hide, if she wanted to hide. She could probably fight...she might die in an attempt to help the others, but oh well. Her family would probably get over it...probably.
He turned to her, locking eyes with her. "Need you to follow me closely. Going to try and get a gun and wipe out the camp save for the captives. I really hope you're a good shot as I don't like to kill women...and a couple of them might try to either hump me or stab me...or both. Don't need to be a great shot either, just stay near me and shoot them in the face if they get too close. Okay? Okay. Glad you're going a long with this...you may die. Just saying."
He didn't waste time waiting for either her objection or her nod, he just turned and started to move through the woods again. He would try to circle the camp towards the prisoner's pen as best as he could. A bit difficult as when the two started to near it, the guards nearly saw them and they had to dive behind a couple tents. They waited for a few moments and got to the cell without being seen. Sebastian had the woman stay hidden while he waited until one of the guards walked away to take a piss. He moved up and wrapped his arm around the guard's neck and covered his mouth with his free hand. The guard tried to fight, but his neck was broken before he could do anything. Without creating any extra sound, he grabbed the pistol from the guard's hand and lifted his feet, bringing him behind the tent without leaving a trail in the sand.
He sat and waited for the other guard to come back to see his buddy was gone. He came behind the tent, looking for his friend, only to fall into Sebastian's trap. Now with two pistols in hand, he handed one to the girl and noticed that the guy had a K-Bar too. How nice for him to lend it to Sebastian for the time being. He would rip open the prison with it to help the captives to safety, but they'd just get shot. Plus, no clue how many might be to exhausted to run. He checked the magazine and found it to be full of 9mm rounds. Nineteen to be precise. More than enough.
He looked toward the woman he was with and feigned a smile. "Don't worry, if anything happens I'll try to make sure it happens to me so you can go on to die some place else. If we both make it out, maybe you can tell me your name." He stood up then and poked out, firing the pistol several times. The bangs not only alerted the whole camp to their presence but it also dropped six prisoners to the ground dead. The man was...casual about killing. He walked forward away from the prison as screams of both terror and anger sounded. The captives cheered them both on. Sebastian's destination was the center of camp. To draw them away from the prison in case a few of them had guns, which naturally they did.
Yanking them from their tactical vests and from personal tents, the prisoners started to fire in his general direction, but a simple dive behind a washed up metal table kept him alive. He wondered where the girl went, but the question quickly faded as he poked out and took out four more and wounded another with two rounds to the chest. Seven left. He leaped over the table and sprinted, keeping low to the ground. He took the knife in hand and stabbed a prisoner, ripping it through his stomach then taking aim and firing twice, downing two more. He took his knife out, flipped it, grabbed the tip of it, and threw it, impaling it into the shoulder of another man. A bullet quickly followed and he threw aside the gun, having expended all the bullets.
One of the prisoners came from out of a tent and slammed a balled up bunch of meat and bone into his face and threw him to the ground. Two of the female prisoners jumped onto him to hold him down and a third prisoner planted his foot onto Sebastian's chest. He was strong as hell, but they had him pinned down at his joints. He couldn't muster the power to move.
He stood up and pushed back his right sleeve, revealing a large metal band with what looked like a holographic projector on the top. He tapped it a couple times with his index finger but it didn't respond. "Damn digi-net is down. Must still be in the dead zone. Could really use the help of DT. No better scout bot on Arcadia, but oh well. Get to do this the old way. " He started to walk down the beach a bit, leaving the girl to herself. He stopped and turned towards her, yelling. "Ma'am. I'm all for helping women and stopping them from being hurt, but I can't heal stupid. If you're just going to stand there to wait for the next serial rapist to come along and ruin your life, I'm not going to help."
He turned away and continued to walk down the beach for a small ways. She finally caught up and their pace slowed so she could recover a little. He didn't try to make conversation with her, he was more concerned with finding civilization of some sort. As they turned a bend, they froze and ran for the treeline. Hiding in the pines of the island they got a look at the camp they nearly walked into.
It seemed that they were out for longer than they thought as the camp was well under way. Small tents, a dozen or so prisoners with shreds of clothing ripped off for the sake of heat Many had stolen tactical vests that they converted to holding e-cigs and food. Some even had knives. Among the camp there was also a food storage, and what looked like a prison.
From what he could see, there were several men and women of both human and elvish races in a cage guarded by prisoners with pistols taken from guards. Lead-based and non-electronic, they would be a problem. The prisoners were varied. Men and women, mostly women. A few guards that had been beaten to a pulp and what looked like a couple prisoners that were better acting than the rest. From the state of the women, they were used as cattle, and the prisoner's private parts were the brand. It was sad that these innocent people had to suffer for no reason. His self-preservative side said to just walk away and let the prisoners die on their own. But he wasn't one to use his self-preservative side. He started to count them and mark their locations. There were fifteen of them in total, several of both races, a small count considering that the ship had three hundred. They were mostly doing chores, but many were squabbling over the women, apparently anxious to take them for a test drive. Seems that they had a leader of some sorts that kept them from braining the girls. This was a good thing to Sebastian as that meant that their innocence was still somewhat intact. Then he noticed that there were women coming out of a couple tents with more prisoners joining the count. They seemed content as they wiped their mouths and giggled. Guess innocence can't be attributed to all women.
They kept hidden from view for about an hour, making full count of the prisoners. When he was sure that he had seen all the prisoners, he had counted twenty-three. A bit much for him to handle. Damn he wish he had DT. Her minigun would be fantastic right about now. He started to look around their hiding spot a little more carefully now, looking for a place for the girl he had found earlier to hide, if she wanted to hide. She could probably fight...she might die in an attempt to help the others, but oh well. Her family would probably get over it...probably.
He turned to her, locking eyes with her. "Need you to follow me closely. Going to try and get a gun and wipe out the camp save for the captives. I really hope you're a good shot as I don't like to kill women...and a couple of them might try to either hump me or stab me...or both. Don't need to be a great shot either, just stay near me and shoot them in the face if they get too close. Okay? Okay. Glad you're going a long with this...you may die. Just saying."
He didn't waste time waiting for either her objection or her nod, he just turned and started to move through the woods again. He would try to circle the camp towards the prisoner's pen as best as he could. A bit difficult as when the two started to near it, the guards nearly saw them and they had to dive behind a couple tents. They waited for a few moments and got to the cell without being seen. Sebastian had the woman stay hidden while he waited until one of the guards walked away to take a piss. He moved up and wrapped his arm around the guard's neck and covered his mouth with his free hand. The guard tried to fight, but his neck was broken before he could do anything. Without creating any extra sound, he grabbed the pistol from the guard's hand and lifted his feet, bringing him behind the tent without leaving a trail in the sand.
He sat and waited for the other guard to come back to see his buddy was gone. He came behind the tent, looking for his friend, only to fall into Sebastian's trap. Now with two pistols in hand, he handed one to the girl and noticed that the guy had a K-Bar too. How nice for him to lend it to Sebastian for the time being. He would rip open the prison with it to help the captives to safety, but they'd just get shot. Plus, no clue how many might be to exhausted to run. He checked the magazine and found it to be full of 9mm rounds. Nineteen to be precise. More than enough.
He looked toward the woman he was with and feigned a smile. "Don't worry, if anything happens I'll try to make sure it happens to me so you can go on to die some place else. If we both make it out, maybe you can tell me your name." He stood up then and poked out, firing the pistol several times. The bangs not only alerted the whole camp to their presence but it also dropped six prisoners to the ground dead. The man was...casual about killing. He walked forward away from the prison as screams of both terror and anger sounded. The captives cheered them both on. Sebastian's destination was the center of camp. To draw them away from the prison in case a few of them had guns, which naturally they did.
Yanking them from their tactical vests and from personal tents, the prisoners started to fire in his general direction, but a simple dive behind a washed up metal table kept him alive. He wondered where the girl went, but the question quickly faded as he poked out and took out four more and wounded another with two rounds to the chest. Seven left. He leaped over the table and sprinted, keeping low to the ground. He took the knife in hand and stabbed a prisoner, ripping it through his stomach then taking aim and firing twice, downing two more. He took his knife out, flipped it, grabbed the tip of it, and threw it, impaling it into the shoulder of another man. A bullet quickly followed and he threw aside the gun, having expended all the bullets.
One of the prisoners came from out of a tent and slammed a balled up bunch of meat and bone into his face and threw him to the ground. Two of the female prisoners jumped onto him to hold him down and a third prisoner planted his foot onto Sebastian's chest. He was strong as hell, but they had him pinned down at his joints. He couldn't muster the power to move.
"Don't ask how I got him off of you. You won't get an answer...and you're welcome...whomever you are...." He was distracted, obviously. He knelt down and looked down the beach away from where she was being dragged. "Trail suggests that he had a specific destination. Camp maybe. From the way he immediately tried to plow you when you resisted it suggests that he is a prisoner. Considering that he was heading towards someplace, I would bet that many prisoners survived and have banded together for survival. Wouldn't be the hardest thing in the world to do. The ship caused a lot of wreckage. Plenty of it should have washed up with us...." As he knelt the girl got a good look at him, seeing that he was in mostly blacks and grays. Dark gray pleated pants, worn from more than just sand. They were old, like something out of an old cowboy flick. Frayed at the bottom, black belt, but no holes. Black combat boots as well. He had on a blackened shirt, loose but tucked in with a single pocket on his chest. Not nearly as worn, but was dusty. He had on a trench coat, something she recognized as popular among the Illuminavit. Almost entirely leather like a duster, but instead of brown like a duster, it was dark gray and faded from time. He was well built as well, toned, but with many scars. His muscles and slender build wasn't from a personal regimen or implant however. They were from something else.
He stood up and pushed back his right sleeve, revealing a large metal band with what looked like a holographic projector on the top. He tapped it a couple times with his index finger but it didn't respond. "Damn digi-net is down. Must still be in the dead zone. Could really use the help of DT. No better scout bot on Arcadia, but oh well. Get to do this the old way. " He started to walk down the beach a bit, leaving the girl to herself. He stopped and turned towards her, yelling. "Ma'am. I'm all for helping women and stopping them from being hurt, but I can't heal stupid. If you're just going to stand there to wait for the next serial rapist to come along and ruin your life, I'm not going to help."
He turned away and continued to walk down the beach for a small ways. She finally caught up and their pace slowed so she could recover a little. He didn't try to make conversation with her, he was more concerned with finding civilization of some sort. As they turned a bend, they froze and ran for the treeline. Hiding in the pines of the island they got a look at the camp they nearly walked into.
It seemed that they were out for longer than they thought as the camp was well under way. Small tents, a dozen or so prisoners with shreds of clothing ripped off for the sake of heat Many had stolen tactical vests that they converted to holding e-cigs and food. Some even had knives. Among the camp there was also a food storage, and what looked like a prison.
From what he could see, there were several men and women of both human and elvish races in a cage guarded by prisoners with pistols taken from guards. Lead-based and non-electronic, they would be a problem. The prisoners were varied. Men and women, mostly women. A few guards that had been beaten to a pulp and what looked like a couple prisoners that were better acting than the rest. From the state of the women, they were used as cattle, and the prisoner's private parts were the brand. It was sad that these innocent people had to suffer for no reason. His self-preservative side said to just walk away and let the prisoners die on their own. But he wasn't one to use his self-preservative side. He started to count them and mark their locations. There were fifteen of them in total, several of both races, a small count considering that the ship had three hundred. They were mostly doing chores, but many were squabbling over the women, apparently anxious to take them for a test drive. Seems that they had a leader of some sorts that kept them from braining the girls. This was a good thing to Sebastian as that meant that their innocence was still somewhat intact. Then he noticed that there were women coming out of a couple tents with more prisoners joining the count. They seemed content as they wiped their mouths and giggled. Guess innocence can't be attributed to all women.
They kept hidden from view for about an hour, making full count of the prisoners. When he was sure that he had seen all the prisoners, he had counted twenty-three. A bit much for him to handle. Damn he wish he had DT. Her minigun would be fantastic right about now. He started to look around their hiding spot a little more carefully now, looking for a place for the girl he had found earlier to hide, if she wanted to hide. She could probably fight...she might die in an attempt to help the others, but oh well. Her family would probably get over it...probably.
He turned to her, locking eyes with her. "Need you to follow me closely. Going to try and get a gun and wipe out the camp save for the captives. I really hope you're a good shot as I don't like to kill women...and a couple of them might try to either hump me or stab me...or both. Don't need to be a great shot either, just stay near me and shoot them in the face if they get too close. Okay? Okay. Glad you're going a long with this...you may die. Just saying."
He didn't waste time waiting for either her objection or her nod, he just turned and started to move through the woods again. He would try to circle the camp towards the prisoner's pen as best as he could. A bit difficult as when the two started to near it, the guards nearly saw them and they had to dive behind a couple tents. They waited for a few moments and got to the cell without being seen. Sebastian had the woman stay hidden while he waited until one of the guards walked away to take a piss. He moved up and wrapped his arm around the guard's neck and covered his mouth with his free hand. The guard tried to fight, but his neck was broken before he could do anything. Without creating any extra sound, he grabbed the pistol from the guard's hand and lifted his feet, bringing him behind the tent without leaving a trail in the sand.
He sat and waited for the other guard to come back to see his buddy was gone. He came behind the tent, looking for his friend, only to fall into Sebastian's trap. Now with two pistols in hand, he handed one to the girl and noticed that the guy had a K-Bar too. How nice for him to lend it to Sebastian for the time being. He would rip open the prison with it to help the captives to safety, but they'd just get shot. Plus, no clue how many might be to exhausted to run. He checked the magazine and found it to be full of 9mm rounds. Nineteen to be precise. More than enough.
He looked toward the woman he was with and feigned a smile. "Don't worry, if anything happens I'll try to make sure it happens to me so you can go on to die some place else. If we both make it out, maybe you can tell me your name." He stood up then and poked out, firing the pistol several times. The bangs not only alerted the whole camp to their presence but it also dropped six prisoners to the ground dead. The man was...casual about killing. He walked forward away from the prison as screams of both terror and anger sounded. The captives cheered them both on. Sebastian's destination was the center of camp. To draw them away from the prison in case a few of them had guns, which naturally they did.
Yanking them from their tactical vests and from personal tents, the prisoners started to fire in his general direction, but a simple dive behind a washed up metal table kept him alive. He wondered where the girl went, but the question quickly faded as he poked out and took out four more and wounded another with two rounds to the chest. Seven left. He leaped over the table and sprinted, keeping low to the ground. He took the knife in hand and stabbed a prisoner, ripping it through his stomach then taking aim and firing twice, downing two more. He took his knife out, flipped it, grabbed the tip of it, and threw it, impaling it into the shoulder of another man. A bullet quickly followed and he threw aside the gun, having expended all the bullets.
One of the prisoners came from out of a tent and slammed a balled up bunch of meat and bone into his face and threw him to the ground. Two of the female prisoners jumped onto him to hold him down and a third prisoner planted his foot onto Sebastian's chest. He was strong as hell, but they had him pinned down at his joints. He couldn't muster the power to move.
He stood up and pushed back his right sleeve, revealing a large metal band with what looked like a holographic projector on the top. He tapped it a couple times with his index finger but it didn't respond. "Damn digi-net is down. Must still be in the dead zone. Could really use the help of DT. No better scout bot on Arcadia, but oh well. Get to do this the old way. " He started to walk down the beach a bit, leaving the girl to herself. He stopped and turned towards her, yelling. "Ma'am. I'm all for helping women and stopping them from being hurt, but I can't heal stupid. If you're just going to stand there to wait for the next serial rapist to come along and ruin your life, I'm not going to help."
He turned away and continued to walk down the beach for a small ways. She finally caught up and their pace slowed so she could recover a little. He didn't try to make conversation with her, he was more concerned with finding civilization of some sort. As they turned a bend, they froze and ran for the treeline. Hiding in the pines of the island they got a look at the camp they nearly walked into.
It seemed that they were out for longer than they thought as the camp was well under way. Small tents, a dozen or so prisoners with shreds of clothing ripped off for the sake of heat Many had stolen tactical vests that they converted to holding e-cigs and food. Some even had knives. Among the camp there was also a food storage, and what looked like a prison.
From what he could see, there were several men and women of both human and elvish races in a cage guarded by prisoners with pistols taken from guards. Lead-based and non-electronic, they would be a problem. The prisoners were varied. Men and women, mostly women. A few guards that had been beaten to a pulp and what looked like a couple prisoners that were better acting than the rest. From the state of the women, they were used as cattle, and the prisoner's private parts were the brand. It was sad that these innocent people had to suffer for no reason. His self-preservative side said to just walk away and let the prisoners die on their own. But he wasn't one to use his self-preservative side. He started to count them and mark their locations. There were fifteen of them in total, several of both races, a small count considering that the ship had three hundred. They were mostly doing chores, but many were squabbling over the women, apparently anxious to take them for a test drive. Seems that they had a leader of some sorts that kept them from braining the girls. This was a good thing to Sebastian as that meant that their innocence was still somewhat intact. Then he noticed that there were women coming out of a couple tents with more prisoners joining the count. They seemed content as they wiped their mouths and giggled. Guess innocence can't be attributed to all women.
They kept hidden from view for about an hour, making full count of the prisoners. When he was sure that he had seen all the prisoners, he had counted twenty-three. A bit much for him to handle. Damn he wish he had DT. Her minigun would be fantastic right about now. He started to look around their hiding spot a little more carefully now, looking for a place for the girl he had found earlier to hide, if she wanted to hide. She could probably fight...she might die in an attempt to help the others, but oh well. Her family would probably get over it...probably.
He turned to her, locking eyes with her. "Need you to follow me closely. Going to try and get a gun and wipe out the camp save for the captives. I really hope you're a good shot as I don't like to kill women...and a couple of them might try to either hump me or stab me...or both. Don't need to be a great shot either, just stay near me and shoot them in the face if they get too close. Okay? Okay. Glad you're going a long with this...you may die. Just saying."
He didn't waste time waiting for either her objection or her nod, he just turned and started to move through the woods again. He would try to circle the camp towards the prisoner's pen as best as he could. A bit difficult as when the two started to near it, the guards nearly saw them and they had to dive behind a couple tents. They waited for a few moments and got to the cell without being seen. Sebastian had the woman stay hidden while he waited until one of the guards walked away to take a piss. He moved up and wrapped his arm around the guard's neck and covered his mouth with his free hand. The guard tried to fight, but his neck was broken before he could do anything. Without creating any extra sound, he grabbed the pistol from the guard's hand and lifted his feet, bringing him behind the tent without leaving a trail in the sand.
He sat and waited for the other guard to come back to see his buddy was gone. He came behind the tent, looking for his friend, only to fall into Sebastian's trap. Now with two pistols in hand, he handed one to the girl and noticed that the guy had a K-Bar too. How nice for him to lend it to Sebastian for the time being. He would rip open the prison with it to help the captives to safety, but they'd just get shot. Plus, no clue how many might be to exhausted to run. He checked the magazine and found it to be full of 9mm rounds. Nineteen to be precise. More than enough.
He looked toward the woman he was with and feigned a smile. "Don't worry, if anything happens I'll try to make sure it happens to me so you can go on to die some place else. If we both make it out, maybe you can tell me your name." He stood up then and poked out, firing the pistol several times. The bangs not only alerted the whole camp to their presence but it also dropped six prisoners to the ground dead. The man was...casual about killing. He walked forward away from the prison as screams of both terror and anger sounded. The captives cheered them both on. Sebastian's destination was the center of camp. To draw them away from the prison in case a few of them had guns, which naturally they did.
Yanking them from their tactical vests and from personal tents, the prisoners started to fire in his general direction, but a simple dive behind a washed up metal table kept him alive. He wondered where the girl went, but the question quickly faded as he poked out and took out four more and wounded another with two rounds to the chest. Seven left. He leaped over the table and sprinted, keeping low to the ground. He took the knife in hand and stabbed a prisoner, ripping it through his stomach then taking aim and firing twice, downing two more. He took his knife out, flipped it, grabbed the tip of it, and threw it, impaling it into the shoulder of another man. A bullet quickly followed and he threw aside the gun, having expended all the bullets.
One of the prisoners came from out of a tent and slammed a balled up bunch of meat and bone into his face and threw him to the ground. Two of the female prisoners jumped onto him to hold him down and a third prisoner planted his foot onto Sebastian's chest. He was strong as hell, but they had him pinned down at his joints. He couldn't muster the power to move.
I AM INDECISIVE AS SHIT.
I updated both Sebastian's and Annabelle's CSs. Specifically Seb's Armor and Annabelle's look. Cause I'm like that. The more I create them in my brainy brain, the more I go "Wow, that doesn't suit them at all" and I end up changing. Pretty sure this is for keeps though. Least until next week.
First seb's a soldier! yay! Then he wasn't a soldier and was more reserved! yeeey! NOW HE'S A SOLDIER AGAIN. Yey...?
I updated both Sebastian's and Annabelle's CSs. Specifically Seb's Armor and Annabelle's look. Cause I'm like that. The more I create them in my brainy brain, the more I go "Wow, that doesn't suit them at all" and I end up changing. Pretty sure this is for keeps though. Least until next week.
First seb's a soldier! yay! Then he wasn't a soldier and was more reserved! yeeey! NOW HE'S A SOLDIER AGAIN. Yey...?
Pyro V said
Unimportant and unrelated, felt like ranting to uninformed peeps with no other source of info.
This is why I act the way I do. Lol.
Characters are far from invincible.
This one time on the old RPG, I was the GM of an apocalypse roleplay. In one of the more action-filled sequences, a newer member joined the RP (Didn't even have thirty posts) and in mid-battle, I picked from an RNG generator a small list of people that would end up hurt. I let people know in the OOC that certain people will be injured. This kid was picked and he threw a fit (Capslock key was broken or something lol) and said that he didn't want his precious charrie hurt and threatened to leave if I didn't edit my post.
My reaction? I killed his character.
The great communications tower came plummeting down, like a red dawn in the night, the lights that lined the dish started to crash to the earth and smash into the ground. The attack began before the great bear could even move to find out what happened. The first cannon shot from the Sherman tank behind, silencing the rain that fell onto his leathery skin and deafening his ears, made a massive hole in the stone wall. As one, the squad split up and ran forward. The woman he had picked out before, she dropped her sniper rifle as soon as she lifted it to aim, noticing her comrade next to her have his head blown off by a rival sniper, as well as two more. She turned from the wall and dropped down. He ran on all fours, sprinting ahead of the pack and into the fire. Bullets bounced off of his super strengthened skin. He came to a stop at the hole, lights shining onto him from the spotlights in the base. Standing twice, no, three times that of a man. NCR emptied magazines of their pathetic service rifles into him, but the most they did was tickle him. He took an aggressive stance and roared, the blood-cry piercing the sound of the gunfire and the Sherman tanks breaking through the wall. Many NCR started to drop their guns to run, but they were not fast enough.
He jumped forward, putting his enhanced legs to use and catching a trooper. He used a single claw to rip through the man's stomach and spill his guts over the ground. He screamed as Scissors dropped him to the ground with a thud. Leaving his kill there to die like a dog, Leinhart raced forward into a newly formed group of soldiers. Though they had grabbed shotguns from the armory in the short time they were given, they were no match for Leinhart's vicious claws, tearing through their flesh like tissue paper, he rended them, destroying the morale of anybody that dared see the bloodbath. Just as he was about to execute the last one, a 50. Caliber bullet pierced through his shoulder and out the other side. He yelled as pain tore through his arm and turned to look at what shot him. It was the NCR Ranger from the wall. His bloodied maw formed what seemed to be a smile in the flashing thunder as he dropped the soldier he had in his claws and started to sprint at her. She was not his first kill, but he would break her.
He jumped from side to side as he sprinted, narrowly avoiding her shots as he closed the distance. She dropped her intervention and switched to a .45 pistol and began firing. Though the bullets pierced his skin, it was not enough to truly harm the deathclaw. He brought the back of his claw to her body and knocked her back. She dropped her weapon and was left defenseless as he slowly approached her. She tried to scoot away and yell for help, but to no avail. He sunk his entire claw into her stomach and lifted her up. She screamed as blood started to seep from her mouth. He lifted up his spare claw and removed her helmet so he could see the terror in her face. She tried to fight, she reached for her knife and plunged it into his arm, but as she tried to rip the blade away, it snapped in half. She screamed again and threw the handle at Leinhart's face in a useless attempt to resist, but it did nothing. Her pupils widened in fear, but her eyelids started to flutter as most of her blood was being drained out of her body. She was fading fast, her teeth were bloodied, her lip stained, and her body weak. He let her die slowly, fading out of existence like a light in the dark. Once she was gone, he used his free claw to snip her dog tags off of her neck and let them fall into his vest pocket. He then let her slide off of his claw and to the ground. Those around him looked to see that the NCR Ranger Captain had fallen, and now either ran forward to avenge her, or run for the momentary safety of their bunkers. No matter, they would all fall. He had no communications device in his skull. If he did, the rest of Eagle Claw would have heard his maniacal laughing as he stepped forward to continue the slaughter.
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Now for the fun.
His first target was one he picked out as a captain of the troops. A sergeant maybe, he didn't care. As the soldiers of the base ran away from the explosions of the wall and the attack of the very capable deathclaw, a leader of some sorts was brought down by a high-powered bullet to the knee. The NCR man dropped to the ground, skidding on the stone ground for several feet before coming to a stop. He was near the barracks now and soldiers ran to his aid. He reached out to grab the hand of one of his squadmates, but just as they clasped, the head of the soldier splattered onto his uniform. Two more came but they too fell as the leader had fallen to a sniper's trick that had survived the war. He yelled for other soldiers to run, but they mistook his warnings for cries of help and soon, the leader was surrounded by bodies. He tried to crawl away, but a final bullet to pierce his elbow and sever the arm made him finally give up. He reached for the pistol in his thigh holster and took his own life before he would let anybody else fall.
Just as he was about to continue the murderfest, He froze and turned slightly. Hearing a sound behind him. Another crunch heard over the rain and he reached foward, grabbing the barrel of his sniper rifle and rolling over. He swung and connected with a ranger veteran just about to slit his throat. He set the rifle down and sprung to his feet, launching himself into hand to hand combat with the soldier as Ginger started to yell about NCR coming after them.
The veteran had recovered quickly. He took a punch from Deathstroke easily and reutrned one. Deathstroke's mask flew off and the rain splattered into his face. It didn't slow him down as the second punch from the veteran was countered by a yanking the arm forward into several quick but powerful rabbit punches to the stomach and chest followed by an uppercut to the jaw. The veteran stumbled back and tried to recover, but Deathstroke was faster, being on the man in a flash and twisting him around. He wrapped his arm around the Veteran's neck and flexed his arm, crushing the man's neck in one swift motion. He dropped to the ground dead, leaving Deathstroke to pick up his now cracked mask and to take the communications headset out of the dead Ranger Veteran. He switched off the voice and just listened. They spoke of a plan and how it was in motion. "What plan..." he whispered to himself, they then said that the reinforcements were already on the way. Then it hit him and he contacted Ginger. "I'll catch up with you soon, back to the group by any means necessary, NOW. Warn them that they knew of the attack...warn them to pull back now! I'm going to make sure that this squad never makes it out of the city. I'll create a hole for you to get out. Move quickly and don't wait up."
As he finished, he disabled his communicator and grabbed a small bundle of grenades from the Veteran and his sniper rifle. It was unharmed from it being used as a club, thankfully. He held them in hand as he leaped across the rooftops, sprinting to a good location to see where Ginger and his group was. Finding a good street, he set up again and took aim, picking off several veterans as they started to prepare what seemed like several sentry bots to storm the place. "Cowards. Too afraid to storm the place themselves." He shot one of the sentry bots in the back and it started to go berserk, firing its laser cannon all over the place and causing a ruckus. There was Ginger's hole. Now to draw the soldiers to him.
He jumped forward, putting his enhanced legs to use and catching a trooper. He used a single claw to rip through the man's stomach and spill his guts over the ground. He screamed as Scissors dropped him to the ground with a thud. Leaving his kill there to die like a dog, Leinhart raced forward into a newly formed group of soldiers. Though they had grabbed shotguns from the armory in the short time they were given, they were no match for Leinhart's vicious claws, tearing through their flesh like tissue paper, he rended them, destroying the morale of anybody that dared see the bloodbath. Just as he was about to execute the last one, a 50. Caliber bullet pierced through his shoulder and out the other side. He yelled as pain tore through his arm and turned to look at what shot him. It was the NCR Ranger from the wall. His bloodied maw formed what seemed to be a smile in the flashing thunder as he dropped the soldier he had in his claws and started to sprint at her. She was not his first kill, but he would break her.
He jumped from side to side as he sprinted, narrowly avoiding her shots as he closed the distance. She dropped her intervention and switched to a .45 pistol and began firing. Though the bullets pierced his skin, it was not enough to truly harm the deathclaw. He brought the back of his claw to her body and knocked her back. She dropped her weapon and was left defenseless as he slowly approached her. She tried to scoot away and yell for help, but to no avail. He sunk his entire claw into her stomach and lifted her up. She screamed as blood started to seep from her mouth. He lifted up his spare claw and removed her helmet so he could see the terror in her face. She tried to fight, she reached for her knife and plunged it into his arm, but as she tried to rip the blade away, it snapped in half. She screamed again and threw the handle at Leinhart's face in a useless attempt to resist, but it did nothing. Her pupils widened in fear, but her eyelids started to flutter as most of her blood was being drained out of her body. She was fading fast, her teeth were bloodied, her lip stained, and her body weak. He let her die slowly, fading out of existence like a light in the dark. Once she was gone, he used his free claw to snip her dog tags off of her neck and let them fall into his vest pocket. He then let her slide off of his claw and to the ground. Those around him looked to see that the NCR Ranger Captain had fallen, and now either ran forward to avenge her, or run for the momentary safety of their bunkers. No matter, they would all fall. He had no communications device in his skull. If he did, the rest of Eagle Claw would have heard his maniacal laughing as he stepped forward to continue the slaughter.
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Now for the fun.
His first target was one he picked out as a captain of the troops. A sergeant maybe, he didn't care. As the soldiers of the base ran away from the explosions of the wall and the attack of the very capable deathclaw, a leader of some sorts was brought down by a high-powered bullet to the knee. The NCR man dropped to the ground, skidding on the stone ground for several feet before coming to a stop. He was near the barracks now and soldiers ran to his aid. He reached out to grab the hand of one of his squadmates, but just as they clasped, the head of the soldier splattered onto his uniform. Two more came but they too fell as the leader had fallen to a sniper's trick that had survived the war. He yelled for other soldiers to run, but they mistook his warnings for cries of help and soon, the leader was surrounded by bodies. He tried to crawl away, but a final bullet to pierce his elbow and sever the arm made him finally give up. He reached for the pistol in his thigh holster and took his own life before he would let anybody else fall.
Just as he was about to continue the murderfest, He froze and turned slightly. Hearing a sound behind him. Another crunch heard over the rain and he reached foward, grabbing the barrel of his sniper rifle and rolling over. He swung and connected with a ranger veteran just about to slit his throat. He set the rifle down and sprung to his feet, launching himself into hand to hand combat with the soldier as Ginger started to yell about NCR coming after them.
The veteran had recovered quickly. He took a punch from Deathstroke easily and reutrned one. Deathstroke's mask flew off and the rain splattered into his face. It didn't slow him down as the second punch from the veteran was countered by a yanking the arm forward into several quick but powerful rabbit punches to the stomach and chest followed by an uppercut to the jaw. The veteran stumbled back and tried to recover, but Deathstroke was faster, being on the man in a flash and twisting him around. He wrapped his arm around the Veteran's neck and flexed his arm, crushing the man's neck in one swift motion. He dropped to the ground dead, leaving Deathstroke to pick up his now cracked mask and to take the communications headset out of the dead Ranger Veteran. He switched off the voice and just listened. They spoke of a plan and how it was in motion. "What plan..." he whispered to himself, they then said that the reinforcements were already on the way. Then it hit him and he contacted Ginger. "I'll catch up with you soon, back to the group by any means necessary, NOW. Warn them that they knew of the attack...warn them to pull back now! I'm going to make sure that this squad never makes it out of the city. I'll create a hole for you to get out. Move quickly and don't wait up."
As he finished, he disabled his communicator and grabbed a small bundle of grenades from the Veteran and his sniper rifle. It was unharmed from it being used as a club, thankfully. He held them in hand as he leaped across the rooftops, sprinting to a good location to see where Ginger and his group was. Finding a good street, he set up again and took aim, picking off several veterans as they started to prepare what seemed like several sentry bots to storm the place. "Cowards. Too afraid to storm the place themselves." He shot one of the sentry bots in the back and it started to go berserk, firing its laser cannon all over the place and causing a ruckus. There was Ginger's hole. Now to draw the soldiers to him.
What is this nonsense?!
Vash is planning his first post since the last one he made two-three weeks ago?! What!?
EDIT: DAMN THAT FELT GOOD.
Vash is planning his first post since the last one he made two-three weeks ago?! What!?
EDIT: DAMN THAT FELT GOOD.
That post was mutha fuckin' science.
Awwww yisss.
Awwww yisss.
The lights from the multiple torches and candles in the steam-powered vessel blinded Sebastian as the hood he was forced to wear was removed. His eyes soon adjusted and he heard the rustling of chains and shackles around him, dozens of people have been taken it seems. Sebastian shook his head of the pain that struck his right temple, though it bit at him slightly. One of the few places left on him that felt pain. Damn high-guard know where to strike. He was silent as the guards when by removing the hoods on everybody's head one by one. The steam vessel they were in, prison ship more like it, was a large one, able to hold hundreds easily. Most likely was the primary vessel to transport prisoners to Rook Island Maximum Security penitentiary, a place smack dab in the middle of the Dead Zone. The only place on the whole of Planet Arcadia where there is no such thing as magic or electronics. Used originally as an offering to the Tenau before war was declared. Now it's discreetly used by both to offload prisoners of war.
The whole ship was powered by steam and lit by torches and oil lanterns. Crude and inneffective, but it was one of the few technologies that could work in the dead zone. He tried to stretch a bit as his bones were starting to creak from the disuse, but his hands were bound. They were made of crude iron unfortunately and he would be able to break out of them very easily, but he'd have to wait until nobody was looking. Just to try a test, he bent them slightly to make sure his body still worked. Upon nearly breaking the chain, he affirmed it. There were screams of a woman down the line as she pleaded for an answer as to why she was taken captive. It was quickly turned into begging for her life as the guard pulled a gun on her then was silenced as a bang echoed throughout the ship. "Damn" he said to nobody in particular. "Next thing you know a child will yell out for her mother-and there it is. Poor kid." Just as a guard came to smack him to be quiet, the whole ship lurched as something giant hit them. All was frozen for a minute as everybody started to look around, as if thinking the previous hit was but a dream.
Something went off in the back of his mind, a warning, premonition...something. It forced him into action and Sebastian stood up then, breaking out of his iron shackles and grabbing the nearby guard, yelling "GET DOWN" in the process. Just as he dragged the guard to the ground, the ship lurched again, but this time broke through. A torpedo of some sort blew open the side of the hull, letting the dark blue ocean pour through. The water filled up the lower deck quickly, many of the prisoners were shackled to the wall and were drowned quickly. Sebastian would have too if he didn't have a resperator built into his damn lungs. The fact that he couldn't swim made it even worse for him. He tried to save as many as he could, focusing on the women and children that were here, but he didn't save many. The guards helped as best as they could, but they were only human. From the upper decks, guards in hydro suits joined in the rescue, with respirators as well, they didn't bother helping the remaining prisoners gasping for breath as the ship started to go down. One broke free and was trying to fight to take a guards' weapon to protect himself. Sebastian tried to make his way over to the remaining prisoners as they pulled against their chains, but another explosion against the hull sent him hurling upwards and into the ceiling. He hit his head on the ceiling and went black.
The next thing he knew, he felt the sun beating down onto his body and hot sand underneath his head and neck. Opening his eyes, he was once again blinded, but this time by the unrelenting sun. He lifted up his arm to shield his eyes from the ultra-violet rays of the sun and sat up. Before he could even try and figure out where he was, he heard screaming coming from his right. He stood up quickly, nearly falling over again from losing his balance, and saw two of the prisoners on the ground. One was trying to force himself on the woman underneath him. The man he recognized as one of the more dangerous prisoners, the one that was trying to fight a guard. The woman kicked and screamed, slapping the man and punching him. Sebastian started sprinting, faster than that of a normal human. He pumped his arms and took three big leaps before reaching them and slamming his foot into the man's sternum. The shattering of bone and stream of blood signaled the man's death as he flew down the coast line a little and impacted against a large rock.
He breathed steadily, the run having taken a little out of his still recovering body. He turned toward the woman he just rescued, she was frozen, waiting for him to do something. He held out his hand and spoke. "Sebastian. Pleasure"
The whole ship was powered by steam and lit by torches and oil lanterns. Crude and inneffective, but it was one of the few technologies that could work in the dead zone. He tried to stretch a bit as his bones were starting to creak from the disuse, but his hands were bound. They were made of crude iron unfortunately and he would be able to break out of them very easily, but he'd have to wait until nobody was looking. Just to try a test, he bent them slightly to make sure his body still worked. Upon nearly breaking the chain, he affirmed it. There were screams of a woman down the line as she pleaded for an answer as to why she was taken captive. It was quickly turned into begging for her life as the guard pulled a gun on her then was silenced as a bang echoed throughout the ship. "Damn" he said to nobody in particular. "Next thing you know a child will yell out for her mother-and there it is. Poor kid." Just as a guard came to smack him to be quiet, the whole ship lurched as something giant hit them. All was frozen for a minute as everybody started to look around, as if thinking the previous hit was but a dream.
Something went off in the back of his mind, a warning, premonition...something. It forced him into action and Sebastian stood up then, breaking out of his iron shackles and grabbing the nearby guard, yelling "GET DOWN" in the process. Just as he dragged the guard to the ground, the ship lurched again, but this time broke through. A torpedo of some sort blew open the side of the hull, letting the dark blue ocean pour through. The water filled up the lower deck quickly, many of the prisoners were shackled to the wall and were drowned quickly. Sebastian would have too if he didn't have a resperator built into his damn lungs. The fact that he couldn't swim made it even worse for him. He tried to save as many as he could, focusing on the women and children that were here, but he didn't save many. The guards helped as best as they could, but they were only human. From the upper decks, guards in hydro suits joined in the rescue, with respirators as well, they didn't bother helping the remaining prisoners gasping for breath as the ship started to go down. One broke free and was trying to fight to take a guards' weapon to protect himself. Sebastian tried to make his way over to the remaining prisoners as they pulled against their chains, but another explosion against the hull sent him hurling upwards and into the ceiling. He hit his head on the ceiling and went black.
The next thing he knew, he felt the sun beating down onto his body and hot sand underneath his head and neck. Opening his eyes, he was once again blinded, but this time by the unrelenting sun. He lifted up his arm to shield his eyes from the ultra-violet rays of the sun and sat up. Before he could even try and figure out where he was, he heard screaming coming from his right. He stood up quickly, nearly falling over again from losing his balance, and saw two of the prisoners on the ground. One was trying to force himself on the woman underneath him. The man he recognized as one of the more dangerous prisoners, the one that was trying to fight a guard. The woman kicked and screamed, slapping the man and punching him. Sebastian started sprinting, faster than that of a normal human. He pumped his arms and took three big leaps before reaching them and slamming his foot into the man's sternum. The shattering of bone and stream of blood signaled the man's death as he flew down the coast line a little and impacted against a large rock.
He breathed steadily, the run having taken a little out of his still recovering body. He turned toward the woman he just rescued, she was frozen, waiting for him to do something. He held out his hand and spoke. "Sebastian. Pleasure"
On the planet of Arcadia, the birthplace of Man and Elf (Dark and "normal"), there are many things rooted in mystery and wonder. For hundreds of years, there was a symbolism, the belief in the power of the gods, and the worth of the arm and sword, but just as wind blows, life must move on. Technology must be improved, and truths must be discovered. As the world became more and more modernized, the thought that these "gods" truly existed or not came into question. It was a little at first, but as technology was further advanced to the point of traveling to the stars and beyond, the power of the gods weakened and the use of Magical elements became obsolete, potions began being thrown aside for band-aids, and sword and shield were replaced with gun and laser. These people called themselves the Illuminavit, or the Enlightened in an ancient language.
But not all wished to join the technology, fearing both the growing power and the abandonment of the most ancient of traditions, many began to revert to old ways, using sword and bow, worshiping gods of sun and moon, eventually forming their own faction, calling themselves the Tanau, or Elder in their oldest of tongue.They deconstructed factories and relearned magic, recreating potions and salves to heal wounds. Hand crafted sword and shield once again. Though they were adamant about sticking to their old ways, many that joined the faction were not used to the old way. Some even died from lack of proper medicine, thus, the Tanau began to combine the old technologies with the new using some of the greatest minds of the Illuminavit that were neutral in the factions to began forging new vaccines, falling back to the modern age where vaccines were available, food was not processed, and the land was tilled, not manufactured.
The Illuminavit took notice of this and began preaching that their "gods" were fake, figments of imagination, and began ordering people to abandon their false idols and take the right step toward a brighter future. Most took great insult from this, demanding that they leave and let them worship in peace, but the Illuminavit would continue. They began to assert their power and even ban the public worship of the gods. After a decade of oppression, the Tanau began to grow very large in size and eventually started fighting for their right to do as they please. Organize a government, use magic to create powerful defenses, and eventually take a continent for themselves. They formed a true force and seceded from the Illuminavit's power. They continued to combine magic, old world arms, and technology. Bringing their old age weapons into the new age. Laser targeting compound bows, hard-light swords, laser reflective chainmail, magical shield sand deflected artillery. Now fighting for not only their own survival, but also the survival of the old ways, the Tanau resist the Illuminavit, while their oppressors fight to preserve both Elven and Human lives and inspire great intelligence. They tried many tactics to bring peace to the stubborn Tanau, creating a prison for the worst criminals available, offering technologies, and even offering to build towns and cities for their people. All were denied, and now the Illuminavit conspire to wipe them out for the betterment of Elven and Human races.
Here's a CS for ya to work with.
Name:
Age:
Faction:
Picture.
Name: Sebastian Black
Age: ?
Faction: Illuminavit
Picture:
Dark gray pleated pants, worn from more than just sand. They were old, like something out of an old cowboy flick. Frayed at the bottom, black belt, but no holes. Black combat boots as well. He had on a blackened shirt, loose but tucked in with a single pocket on his chest. Not nearly as worn, but was dusty. He had on a trench coat, something she recognized as popular among the Illuminavit. Almost entirely leather like a duster, but instead of brown like a duster, it was dark gray and faded from time.
Lex
Bow
Quiver
Arrows.
He was well built as well, toned, but with many scars. His muscles and slender build wasn't from a personal regimen or implant however. They were from something else.
Name: Annabelle Harding
Age: 21
Faction: Tenau
Picture:
New appearance
(Minus crown)
Aurora
But not all wished to join the technology, fearing both the growing power and the abandonment of the most ancient of traditions, many began to revert to old ways, using sword and bow, worshiping gods of sun and moon, eventually forming their own faction, calling themselves the Tanau, or Elder in their oldest of tongue.They deconstructed factories and relearned magic, recreating potions and salves to heal wounds. Hand crafted sword and shield once again. Though they were adamant about sticking to their old ways, many that joined the faction were not used to the old way. Some even died from lack of proper medicine, thus, the Tanau began to combine the old technologies with the new using some of the greatest minds of the Illuminavit that were neutral in the factions to began forging new vaccines, falling back to the modern age where vaccines were available, food was not processed, and the land was tilled, not manufactured.
The Illuminavit took notice of this and began preaching that their "gods" were fake, figments of imagination, and began ordering people to abandon their false idols and take the right step toward a brighter future. Most took great insult from this, demanding that they leave and let them worship in peace, but the Illuminavit would continue. They began to assert their power and even ban the public worship of the gods. After a decade of oppression, the Tanau began to grow very large in size and eventually started fighting for their right to do as they please. Organize a government, use magic to create powerful defenses, and eventually take a continent for themselves. They formed a true force and seceded from the Illuminavit's power. They continued to combine magic, old world arms, and technology. Bringing their old age weapons into the new age. Laser targeting compound bows, hard-light swords, laser reflective chainmail, magical shield sand deflected artillery. Now fighting for not only their own survival, but also the survival of the old ways, the Tanau resist the Illuminavit, while their oppressors fight to preserve both Elven and Human lives and inspire great intelligence. They tried many tactics to bring peace to the stubborn Tanau, creating a prison for the worst criminals available, offering technologies, and even offering to build towns and cities for their people. All were denied, and now the Illuminavit conspire to wipe them out for the betterment of Elven and Human races.
Here's a CS for ya to work with.
Name:
Age:
Faction:
Picture.
Name: Sebastian Black
Age: ?
Faction: Illuminavit
Picture:
Dark gray pleated pants, worn from more than just sand. They were old, like something out of an old cowboy flick. Frayed at the bottom, black belt, but no holes. Black combat boots as well. He had on a blackened shirt, loose but tucked in with a single pocket on his chest. Not nearly as worn, but was dusty. He had on a trench coat, something she recognized as popular among the Illuminavit. Almost entirely leather like a duster, but instead of brown like a duster, it was dark gray and faded from time.
Lex
Bow
Quiver
Arrows.
He was well built as well, toned, but with many scars. His muscles and slender build wasn't from a personal regimen or implant however. They were from something else.
Name: Annabelle Harding
Age: 21
Faction: Tenau
Picture:
New appearance
Aurora
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