Verticus

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

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Sleep, Grand Automaton, That We May Plunder...

Sel

Name
> Tzelathiel 'Sel' Eligos

Physical Description

Visual Reference

> A fairly young looking man with fair skin and wavy, brunette hair swept backwards into a high-knot ponytail. The hairstyle can be equated to a careless wrangling of the mess that it really was. The frontmost of his fringe normally hanging in front of his eyes with no help in getting it out of the way. A mesomorphic man, observed under the clothes he wears to have what seems to be attributed to a swimmer's physique, common for a man of his occupation. There would be dark bags under his eyes from perhaps repeated nights of restless sleep, if there was any reported sleep at all. What more, is the loss of the youthful naivete of a smile replaced with a constant scowl, showing the man to be in a permanent stage of upset or distress. His eyes are a muddy color, once recorded as Hazel, but essentially, the loss of proverbial light in his eyes make it difficult to see clearly. Sel is seen to wear his company's colors, A sea-green set of a cloak that reached down to his elbows all the way around, a split at the chest area for freedom of movement, and a pair of cargo pants. Beneath the form obscuring colors, would be a airtight wetsuit adorned with plugs, supposedly attached to his flesh in order to interface with electronics requiring direct human intervention to operate. Beneath the cloak, would be a small arsenal, rather, two holsters under his armpits holding a pistol with physical ammunition in either of them. The fact he dresses in such a way both causes him to blend in and stick out like a sore thumb if someone were to take more than just a cursory glance in his direction inside the wrong bar.

> 178 cm ( 5 ft 10 in ) / 76 kg ( 168 lb )
> 26 Years Old

Purpose
> A bail recovery agent for the Sata-Vanlaere Limited Liability Corporation in what seems to be an extended leave of absence for the company. Vanlaere deals primarily in medical and commercial cybernetic and genetic modifications, most of their field agents were originally debtholders that were either incapable of saving the tax on the company's equity through monetary compensation, or esteemed members of their upper management who essentially fell from grace. Maasym seemed like the best place to run off to, an idea shared by himself, and his [i]graceful[/i] benefactors who believe a few debtholders or 'bail' fugitives may have ran off to. It could also mean a break in technological advances in both cybernetics and genetics for the company from whatever lies within the derelict undiscovered. Either of which would be incentive enough for a company to release an indentured servant from their permanent contract. Hopefully. That is Sel's biggest aspiration. To be free of the chains that held him to a corporate body against his best wishes. He may also be looking for an out, a purpose, or something that may make him feel whole again.

History
> Tzelathiel Eligos grew up not on a station nor a planet, rather, constantly traveling with his family from planet to station to hub in what could be equated to an interstellar caravan. His parents were Uvall Eligos and Lailah Eligos-Forfax. The family was far from idyllic. His father, a war veteran, who fought in proxy land wars between corporations, showed the boy little affection. Uvall opted to "toughen him up" through forgetting many occasions that mattered to the boy, including his day of birth. Sel remembers Uvall suffering from many symptoms of post traumatic stress disorder, instead of seeking help for his issues, Uvall resorted to using violence against Sel's mother, Lailah, and cheating on her whenever possible. This led his mother to drink often and to an early death from unspecified causes at an early age in Sel's life at a spry 7 years old. Since then, the young Sel turned against the ideals and emulations of his father. In one instance, he intimidated Uvall with a toy rifle, supposedly shooting him in the head with it. Uvall Eligos died prematurely 3 years after his wife, leaving Sel an orphan at the wonderful age of 10.

>Tzelathiel's maternal grandfather,Tabbris Forfax was an important influence on the boy. He would tell the child mythical stories and comfort him in times of emotional, as well as physical pain.

>As a child, Sel was very much interested in ancient myths. His grandfather used to tell him Greek myths, for example the Odyssey.

>Somewhere in between the early and mid teens of his life Tzelathiel Eligos found himself stagnant on the Belina-Nozu Industrial-owned commercial-mining station in the Helvetios system, commonly known as the 51 Pegasi Iron belt. He was an urchin, a vagrant, fighting for scraps and areas of warmth out in the open in order to survive as long as he was capable of doing so. As soon as Sel was of age, 15, on the station, he registered himself into the Belina-Nozu commercial enforcement program. The program was simply a puffed up form of a glorified police officer. He trained in the Belina-Nozu in-house academy established on the station and eventually found as one of better young officers in his class. Tzelathiel experienced many situations filled with more success than failure, from taking down small fry crooks peddling unlicensed rations, to high end gangsters who trafficked debtholders off-station, he was quickly promoted from a commercial enforcer to a full-fledged detective for the Belina-Nozu enforcement department of affairs. At some point in his late teens, he met Issac Lockley who became his partner on working their cases and both men had worked side by side with each other until Sel was 22. Together, through the years they spent together they grew to be close friends. Their detective skills and crime-prevention efforts were good enough to attract the attention of Pegasi Iron Belt media: busting a major drug deal between an unknown gang and some Shalova Consolidated field agent on the flagship mining station closest to 51 Pegasi B. There once was a hypernet issue with the front page headline "Corporation saviors" that was decorated with the photo of the two detectives smiling together; their exact heroic deed is unknown, however.

>When Tzelathiel was 21 or so, he met his future wife Catheryn Matthix. Sel saved Cat from a group of street-hardened thugs attempting to take her money and dignity. After a short talk with the woman, the two begun to hang out together, until they were married six months later, and went to The New-Paris Arcological-Station on their honeymoon. Nine months later, in the later months of Sel's 22nd year of life, their daughter, Khamael, was born.

>By the 23rd summer, Tzelathiel had been living with Catheryn and Khamael, had become a successful interplanetary corporate-enforcement detective and created a home and family he never had growing up - a house in the suburban area aboard orbit-ring station of the New-Yokohama Enhancement Initiative, a loving wife, and a new born daughter. In his words, he was living in what could only be a dream.

>In the fall of that same year, Catheryn and Khamael Eligos are murdered by adrenaline-stimulant-pump addicted thugs wearing amored green combat suits belonging to a company who had their logos sanded off, who broke into the residence. Sel returns home during the invasion and finds everything that was once his home in utter shreds. He kills the armed intruders, but is unable to rescue his family. All that is left for him is the bloodcurdling scream of anguish as he held his wife's dead body.

>What Tzelathiel did not realize were how grave his injuries were, and as soon as incident investigators and medical personnel were on scene, they transported his body to the nearest available medical facility with synthetic organ implants readily available for transplanting into his body to keep the man alive. This is where Sel found himself in the clutches of the Sata-Vanlaere LLC., a monolithic corporation interested only in the bottom line, who happily gave all of the transplants Sel needed, with many strings attached after the fact.

>After burying his family in the Yokohama Commonwealth Cemetary, the widower was given an offer by the Sata-Vanlaere, an offer with two choices and none other available to him. The first option was to sign a contract to become an indentured field agent to recover or eliminate any of those in debt to the company in order to recover lost assets. The second option was to walk away, and become one of those lost assets. We know his choice.

>Tackling insurmountable odds, Tzelathiel Eligos faces every situation with a twisted type of wit accompanied by a very dark sense of humour which joins his nothing-to-lose demeanour.

>Sel has a poetic sense of describing his actions. He has absolutely no belief that what he does is heroic in any sense of the word and believes there should be retribution against him for his actions. Sel's pessimistic view on life and his inability to have fun is very noticeable as Sata-Vanlaere Field Administrator Koshi Toshiyo points out to Sel personally at some point while he is aged at 25.

>Sel, along with his dark humour, is also very morbid. For instance, during his occupation he sarcastically describes a slovenly, weak-willed debtholder known as Darell Moneaux "a gentleman" who reassures his "girlfriend" after discovering a recorded phone message from Darell to his secret mistress. He tends to make jokes even in the face of danger. One example is the conversation between Vance "Skull" Raschke while he is bound to a chair cabled to a bomb as a hostage to one of the runaway debtholders if he is comfortable enough.

>Sel pursues his enemies with deep perseverance, some even say fanatically. No matter how injured he might be or how many laws he might be breaking, when he sets his sights on his target, he refuses to let go of them. If it means killing anything or anyone that happen to block his way, jumping on top of a moving transport, avoiding destructive explosive charges, whatever it might be that impedes serving his sentence, Tzelathiel is not hesitant to overcome.

>Following the events of his wife and child's death, however, Sel seemed to have started to experience a more pronounced degree of PTSD and depression that has been kept under the surface for 3 years after the murder of his family. His most recent apartment was always quite the mess. There was also a voice recording from Sel's apartment phone that was tapped by Sata-Vanlaere which shows Sel calling a phone sex line to talk about the emptiness that he had been feeling despite divulging the truth and killing every major personnel involved in a Sata-Vanlaere Valkyr Industries case of insider-trading.

>This is possibly due to the fact that Sel no longer had an actual purpose to live for. While he was undercover with the Belina-Nozu, he had to keep up a good appearance and that familiar, obsessive drive as a detective. Issac Lockley was also a dear friend and now a case handler who kept Sel "relatively sane" for 3 years and he was forced to murder him due to employer's concerns, and no longer able to support Sel.

Sleep, Grand Automaton, That We May Plunder...

Sel

Name
> Tzelathiel 'Sel' Eligos

Physical Description

Visual Reference

> A fairly young looking man with fair skin and wavy, brunette hair swept backwards into a high-knot ponytail. The hairstyle can be equated to a careless wrangling of the mess that it really was. The frontmost of his fringe normally hanging in front of his eyes with no help in getting it out of the way. A mesomorphic man, observed under the clothes he wears to have what seems to be attributed to a swimmer's physique, common for a man of his occupation. There would be dark bags under his eyes from perhaps repeated nights of restless sleep, if there was any reported sleep at all. What more, is the loss of the youthful naivete of a smile replaced with a constant scowl, showing the man to be in a permanent stage of upset or distress. His eyes are a muddy color, once recorded as Hazel, but essentially, the loss of proverbial light in his eyes make it difficult to see clearly. Sel is seen to wear his company's colors, A sea-green set of a cloak that reached down to his elbows all the way around, a split at the chest area for freedom of movement, and a pair of cargo pants. Beneath the form obscuring colors, would be a airtight wetsuit adorned with plugs, supposedly attached to his flesh in order to interface with electronics requiring direct human intervention to operate. Beneath the cloak, would be a small arsenal, rather, two holsters under his armpits holding a pistol with physical ammunition in either of them. The fact he dresses in such a way both causes him to blend in and stick out like a sore thumb if someone were to take more than just a cursory glance in his direction inside the wrong bar.

> 178 cm ( 5 ft 10 in ) / 76 kg ( 168 lb )
> 26 Years Old

Purpose
> A bail recovery agent for the Sata-Vanlaere Limited Liability Corporation in what seems to be an extended leave of absence for the company. Vanlaere deals primarily in medical and commercial cybernetic and genetic modifications, most of their field agents were originally debtholders that were either incapable of saving the tax on the company's equity through monetary compensation, or esteemed members of their upper management who essentially fell from grace. Maasym seemed like the best place to run off to, an idea shared by himself, and his [i]graceful[/i] benefactors who believe a few debtholders or 'bail' fugitives may have ran off to. It could also mean a break in technological advances in both cybernetics and genetics for the company from whatever lies within the derelict undiscovered. Either of which would be incentive enough for a company to release an indentured servant from their permanent contract. Hopefully. That is Sel's biggest aspiration. To be free of the chains that held him to a corporate body against his best wishes. He may also be looking for an out, a purpose, or something that may make him feel whole again.

History
> Tzelathiel Eligos grew up not on a station nor a planet, rather, constantly traveling with his family from planet to station to hub in what could be equated to an interstellar caravan. His parents were Uvall Eligos and Lailah Eligos-Forfax. The family was far from idyllic. His father, a war veteran, who fought in proxy land wars between corporations, showed the boy little affection. Uvall opted to "toughen him up" through forgetting many occasions that mattered to the boy, including his day of birth. Sel remembers Uvall suffering from many symptoms of post traumatic stress disorder, instead of seeking help for his issues, Uvall resorted to using violence against Sel's mother, Lailah, and cheating on her whenever possible. This led his mother to drink often and to an early death from unspecified causes at an early age in Sel's life at a spry 7 years old. Since then, the young Sel turned against the ideals and emulations of his father. In one instance, he intimidated Uvall with a toy rifle, supposedly shooting him in the head with it. Uvall Eligos died prematurely 3 years after his wife, leaving Sel an orphan at the wonderful age of 10.

>Tzelathiel's maternal grandfather,Tabbris Forfax was an important influence on the boy. He would tell the child mythical stories and comfort him in times of emotional, as well as physical pain.

>As a child, Sel was very much interested in ancient myths. His grandfather used to tell him Greek myths, for example the Odyssey.

>Somewhere in between the early and mid teens of his life Tzelathiel Eligos found himself stagnant on the Belina-Nozu Industrial-owned commercial-mining station in the Helvetios system, commonly known as the 51 Pegasi Iron belt. He was an urchin, a vagrant, fighting for scraps and areas of warmth out in the open in order to survive as long as he was capable of doing so. As soon as Sel was of age, 15, on the station, he registered himself into the Belina-Nozu commercial enforcement program. The program was simply a puffed up form of a glorified police officer. He trained in the Belina-Nozu in-house academy established on the station and eventually found as one of better young officers in his class. Tzelathiel experienced many situations filled with more success than failure, from taking down small fry crooks peddling unlicensed rations, to high end gangsters who trafficked debtholders off-station, he was quickly promoted from a commercial enforcer to a full-fledged detective for the Belina-Nozu enforcement department of affairs. At some point in his late teens, he met Issac Lockley who became his partner on working their cases and both men had worked side by side with each other until Sel was 22. Together, through the years they spent together they grew to be close friends. Their detective skills and crime-prevention efforts were good enough to attract the attention of Pegasi Iron Belt media: busting a major drug deal between an unknown gang and some Shalova Consolidated field agent on the flagship mining station closest to 51 Pegasi B. There once was a hypernet issue with the front page headline "Corporation saviors" that was decorated with the photo of the two detectives smiling together; their exact heroic deed is unknown, however.

>When Tzelathiel was 21 or so, he met his future wife Catheryn Matthix. Sel saved Cat from a group of street-hardened thugs attempting to take her money and dignity. After a short talk with the woman, the two begun to hang out together, until they were married six months later, and went to The New-Paris Arcological-Station on their honeymoon. Nine months later, in the later months of Sel's 22nd year of life, their daughter, Khamael, was born.

>By the 23rd summer, Tzelathiel had been living with Catheryn and Khamael, had become a successful interplanetary corporate-enforcement detective and created a home and family he never had growing up - a house in the suburban area aboard orbit-ring station of the New-Yokohama Enhancement Initiative, a loving wife, and a new born daughter. In his words, he was living in what could only be a dream.

>In the fall of that same year, Catheryn and Khamael Eligos are murdered by adrenaline-stimulant-pump addicted thugs wearing amored green combat suits belonging to a company who had their logos sanded off, who broke into the residence. Sel returns home during the invasion and finds everything that was once his home in utter shreds. He kills the armed intruders, but is unable to rescue his family. All that is left for him is the bloodcurdling scream of anguish as he held his wife's dead body.

>What Tzelathiel did not realize were how grave his injuries were, and as soon as incident investigators and medical personnel were on scene, they transported his body to the nearest available medical facility with synthetic organ implants readily available for transplanting into his body to keep the man alive. This is where Sel found himself in the clutches of the Sata-Vanlaere LLC., a monolithic corporation interested only in the bottom line, who happily gave all of the transplants Sel needed, with many strings attached after the fact.

>After burying his family in the Yokohama Commonwealth Cemetary, the widower was given an offer by the Sata-Vanlaere, an offer with two choices and none other available to him. The first option was to sign a contract to become an indentured field agent to recover or eliminate any of those in debt to the company in order to recover lost assets. The second option was to walk away, and become one of those lost assets. We know his choice.

>Tackling insurmountable odds, Tzelathiel Eligos faces every situation with a twisted type of wit accompanied by a very dark sense of humour which joins his nothing-to-lose demeanour.

>Sel has a poetic sense of describing his actions. He has absolutely no belief that what he does is heroic in any sense of the word and believes there should be retribution against him for his actions. Sel's pessimistic view on life and his inability to have fun is very noticeable as Sata-Vanlaere Field Administrator Koshi Toshiyo points out to Sel personally at some point while he is aged at 25.

>Sel, along with his dark humour, is also very morbid. For instance, during his occupation he sarcastically describes a slovenly, weak-willed debtholder known as Darell Moneaux "a gentleman" who reassures his "girlfriend" after discovering a recorded phone message from Darell to his secret mistress. He tends to make jokes even in the face of danger. One example is the conversation between Vance "Skull" Raschke while he is bound to a chair cabled to a bomb as a hostage to one of the runaway debtholders if he is comfortable enough.

>Sel pursues his enemies with deep perseverance, some even say fanatically. No matter how injured he might be or how many laws he might be breaking, when he sets his sights on his target, he refuses to let go of them. If it means killing anything or anyone that happen to block his way, jumping on top of a moving transport, avoiding destructive explosive charges, whatever it might be that impedes serving his sentence, Tzelathiel is not hesitant to overcome.

>Following the events of his wife and child's death, however, Sel seemed to have started to experience a more pronounced degree of PTSD and depression that has been kept under the surface for 3 years after the murder of his family. His most recent apartment was always quite the mess. There was also a voice recording from Sel's apartment phone that was tapped by Sata-Vanlaere which shows Sel calling a phone sex line to talk about the emptiness that he had been feeling despite divulging the truth and killing every major personnel involved in a Sata-Vanlaere Valkyr Industries case of insider-trading.

>This is possibly due to the fact that Sel no longer had an actual purpose to live for. While he was undercover with the Belina-Nozu, he had to keep up a good appearance and that familiar, obsessive drive as a detective. Issac Lockley was also a dear friend and now a case handler who kept Sel "relatively sane" for 3 years and he was forced to murder him due to employer's concerns, and no longer able to support Sel.

Sleep, Grand Automaton, That We May Plunder...

I'm looking at this. Hear me look at this.

Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

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Lancer tuned back into the Angel overhead radio channel as he drifted in his ejection seat down to the tarmac below. It was a long, peaceful, drift downwards from where he ejected and that would take some time. So he would love to pass the time with some chatter before he hits the ground, calm himself down from what he went through.

Lancer: "Howdy Angels. I'm floating down to Earth like the arc-en-ciel I was born to be. Good work out there folks, sorry for the mess, though."

Lancer sat leaned back to be as comfortably as he could while fastened to his chair, praying to anyone that could hear him way up above not to let him land sideways. Talking to those who were not out to get him was incentive enough to calm himself down, in reality, being able to know someone else was receiving him over comms without a black marker to line out what he says was the calming factor.

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

The Ashlord

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Appearance

Appearance: A gigantic descendant standing over two meters in height. He has a finely defined musclulature that give the reflective impression of being able to kill a dragon.
Absent of the large singular horn he that once stood proudly at the top of his head, what replaced it now was a sanded down column that was left over, which glows amber when Intaba is casting or using a spell.
Intaba has dark skin, and red hair, hair with a similar color to that of a burning flame. His eyes are also akin to a burning flame, sclera a hot orange like the flames closer to their source, and his eyes, yellow like the tips of the same scalding fire.
He wears pieces of his protective armor forged by himself alongside the cadre of Sureiya smiths. The armor as a whole consisted of an alloy that contributed to a black color in the absence of heat, and red in abnormal conditions. The armor had gold and amber accents and finalized itself to mock the appearance of a dragon in the visage of a descendant.
Intaba wields a large chakram, larger than himself, that can be attributed to a large deathwheel that he slings around any who are unlucky enough to face him.

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Name: Oshisayo 'Ashlord' Intaba the Despoiler
Age: 30
Bloodline: 50% Tyro / 50% Oro
Group: Ex-Sureiya. Deserter. Bandit.
Physique: Mesomorphic Inverted Triangle. Muscular from training and life in Fotia.
Height: 271.78 cm / 8'11"
Weight: 159.21 Kg / 351 lb.

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Abilities:

• Dirty Wound: An attack that is roughly done with a bladed weapon, the bladed weapon is heated to auto-cauterize the wound in order to slow, if not negate the healing or treatment of the affected area.
  Achilles' Cut: A homed throw of his chakram, aimed at an opponent in order to weaken or immobilize a target through directed strikes on certain areas.
• Scale-Shatter: An attack which removes air from the space in front of the strike , increasing the pressure of the strike from micro-explosions due to spontaneous contact within a vacuum against the surface area of scales or armor it comes in contact with, with the intention to shatter or break it, has the capability of shattering stone.
• Hardened Combatant: A skilled Chakram user from a deep understanding of the weapon he uses, he can utilize it in most fights easily, and in eccentric ways.
• Dracon Blade: The path of the Sureiya warrants use of a blade with heavy cleaves, and deep slashes, affecting Intaba's use of large blades akin to constantly fighting against a dragon.
• Physical Conditioning: Intaba has had his body trained to fight against dragons and their kin. Is able to survive rougher conditions than most due to this training.
• Strength: Intaba has an adequate level of strength from his experience, upbringing, and lifestyle. An obsidian column would take time, but wouldn't be difficult to topple.
• Extreme Heat Survival: Life in Fotia is hot. Living there, and his genetics have graced him with being able to survive spontaneous situations in high heat.
• Altitude Survival: Oro blood runs in these veins, and allows for easier traversal through areas of thinner atmospheres, reduces risk of altitude sickness or hypoxia.

Spells:

• Violation of Chivalry: A chant that directs those within earshot who are hostile, toward Intaba, however, those affected have slower action and reaction times.
• Dragonsoul: Bring forth and use the soul essence of a draconic or chaotic being that has been defeated, upon use of the soul it may no longer be used, but the caster takes the characteristics, power, and traits of the soul's owner.
• Firesworn: A variant of self-immolation that imbues the caster with the energy and heat from the surrounding area, adorning their body with flame, renders the caster immune to fire, and able to harness the power of flames.
• Firecracker: Intaba creates, eminates and compresses thermal energy in front of his hands to create a controlled expulsion of heat in a given direction, the larger the blast, the longer the casting takes, thus the name
  Firecracker, due to quick casts leading to rapid, random sparks in the air in front of him.
• Obsidian Perforation: Compacts dirt into hand-sized shards of obsidian rock in front of the caster's hand, to be shot out toward anything in front of it like an arrow.

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Experience: One of the heroes that appears in the Sureiya Warsong, though, his name is no longer spoken in the chant.
His father is the great Sureiya Dragonslayer, Drona Intaba.
Intaba had no other choice than to follow in his father's footsteps in order to maintain and uphold the now-known name of the Intaba clan within the Sureiya. Oshisayo trained diligently until he was strong enough to carry out and follow through with one of the greater dragon hunts in order to become a true Sureiya warrior.
Intaba did not fail in his hunt, and brought to his enclave the head of the dragon, Dromastus the Inheritor, a draconic lord known to consume souls to boost his own power. Oshisayo slew this beast and took his strength along with it.
Upon slaying this beast and returning with his head, he participated in the indoctrination ceremony of a true Sureiya member. The Dromastus Warsong proved to listeners that such chaotic gluttony would only be met with fierce and just steel.
Unfortunately, and especially for the Intaba clan, not all great lifestyles remain intact. Oshisayo led a lone expedition against a dragon increasing in power in the eastern regions, known to the Sureiya as Balethal Endseer, a dragon warned as one that would begin a campaign against Fotia.
Oshisayo fought tooth and nail against a large mass of lesser dragonlings to reach Balethal, and when he did reach the 'End seer', was forced into an involuntary parlay with the beast. It spoke the common tongue, and began pleading for its own life.
Not in the conventional sense of pleading for one's own life, Balethal began imparting knowledge of the future into Oshisayo, the events that would occur if Intaba continued on his current path, and the horrible end he would face, the downfall he would experience from such an unknown clan being in the Sureiya, and how his own father would be the bane and source that sets off this downfall.
He was released at the end of this reverse-interrogation, and with the knowledge given to him, all he could be was angered, both at the dragon for their selfish actions at giving him the knowledge, and at the world he came to know. He slew Balethal Endseer, with plans on returning to the Sureiya with the head, however, as soon as the head hit the ground, it became nothing but ash.
Oshisayo returned to the Sureiya with a leather pouch filled with Balethal's ashes, only to met with scoffs and laughter, scorning the man for trying to pass off the kill with a bag of ashes, a man with no title but a Sureiya warrior, soon became marked as the Ashlord, an informal title for a gloryseeker such as himself. This was not the case and only angered Oshisayo further.
As soon as he thought it over, what Balethal had told him of his future were all coming true on the path he was going. Oshisayo did not want to be slave to destiny, and with a ceremonial sureiya blade, inherited the Intaba clan name with a hole through Drona's back atop a balcony during a great hunt expedition parade.
He declared he was the new master of the Intaba clan, revoked himself from the Sureiya, and fought his way out of Fotia, with a newfound sense of cunning, to the East, where he found Balethal. He was now Persona non Grata to Fotia for his actions and crimes, though now he believed he was the master to his own fate now.
It is said he massacred tens of hundreds of guards and fotian people. He ended up sleeping in the same cave he 'slew' Balethal, and upon awakening, found a large, bladed disc at the exact spot he slew the dragon, it was either a gift, or another scorning statement against the young Intaba master. He took the disc as a new, unique weapon to fight with, against what he was as a Sureiya.
Now, he has roamed the Edafos for six years, both alone, and with other bands of outcasts and brigands, going from place to place to peform the duties that need to be done.

Motivation: Oshisayo is a loud and battle-loving warrior. He also possesses an iron will and will stop at nothing to avenge fallen friends, which is represented in his Violation of Chivalry skill.

Intaba became known as the embodiment of Anger after the demise of his expedition. Angry for the unreasonable, angry for sadness, angry for pride. However, he swore not to hate. He always wished to be a person to raise an objection against the unreasonable world.

Blowing away any wise reason unaligned with his own, no matter who he faces, he turns them down, or outright destroys them if they don’t convince him to comply or play along.

Birthplace: Blaze, Fotia

Equipment

• Vulcan-Forged Armor: Armor forged to withstand and protect against extreme heat and fire, aside from common arms as armor would do.
• Balethal Chakram: Chakram presumably given to Oshisayo by Balethal Endseer, a large death-wheel with the affinity towards chaotic elements like fire. The outer surface is spiked akin to a meat tenderizer, to simulate deadly treads, and the sides are lined with artisan-level blades forming a mural of a long forgotten story of dragonkin, though not hindering its deadliness with artistry.

Wallet

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

The Ashlord

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Appearance

Appearance: A gigantic descendant standing over two meters in height. He has a finely defined musclulature that give the reflective impression of being able to kill a dragon.
Absent of the large singular horn he that once stood proudly at the top of his head, what replaced it now was a sanded down column that was left over, which glows amber when Intaba is casting or using a spell.
Intaba has dark skin, and red hair, hair with a similar color to that of a burning flame. His eyes are also akin to a burning flame, sclera a hot orange like the flames closer to their source, and his eyes, yellow like the tips of the same scalding fire.
He wears pieces of his protective armor forged by himself alongside the cadre of Sureiya smiths. The armor as a whole consisted of an alloy that contributed to a black color in the absence of heat, and red in abnormal conditions. The armor had gold and amber accents and finalized itself to mock the appearance of a dragon in the visage of a descendant.
Intaba wields a large chakram, larger than himself, that can be attributed to a large deathwheel that he slings around any who are unlucky enough to face him.

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Name: Oshisayo 'Ashlord' Intaba the Despoiler
Age: 30
Bloodline: 50% Tyro / 50% Oro
Group: Ex-Sureiya. Deserter. Bandit.
Physique: Mesomorphic Inverted Triangle. Muscular from training and life in Fotia.
Height: 271.78 cm / 8'11"
Weight: 159.21 Kg / 351 lb.

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Abilities:

• Dirty Wound: An attack that is roughly done with a bladed weapon, the bladed weapon is heated to auto-cauterize the wound in order to slow, if not negate the healing or treatment of the affected area.
  Achilles' Cut: A homed throw of his chakram, aimed at an opponent in order to weaken or immobilize a target through directed strikes on certain areas.
• Scale-Shatter: An attack which removes air from the space in front of the strike , increasing the pressure of the strike from micro-explosions due to spontaneous contact within a vacuum against the surface area of scales or armor it comes in contact with, with the intention to shatter or break it, has the capability of shattering stone.
• Hardened Combatant: A skilled Chakram user from a deep understanding of the weapon he uses, he can utilize it in most fights easily, and in eccentric ways.
• Dracon Blade: The path of the Sureiya warrants use of a blade with heavy cleaves, and deep slashes, affecting Intaba's use of large blades akin to constantly fighting against a dragon.
• Physical Conditioning: Intaba has had his body trained to fight against dragons and their kin. Is able to survive rougher conditions than most due to this training.
• Strength: Intaba has an adequate level of strength from his experience, upbringing, and lifestyle. An obsidian column would take time, but wouldn't be difficult to topple.
• Extreme Heat Survival: Life in Fotia is hot. Living there, and his genetics have graced him with being able to survive spontaneous situations in high heat.
• Altitude Survival: Oro blood runs in these veins, and allows for easier traversal through areas of thinner atmospheres, reduces risk of altitude sickness or hypoxia.

Spells:

• Violation of Chivalry: A chant that directs those within earshot who are hostile, toward Intaba, however, those affected have slower action and reaction times.
• Dragonsoul: Bring forth and use the soul essence of a draconic or chaotic being that has been defeated, upon use of the soul it may no longer be used, but the caster takes the characteristics, power, and traits of the soul's owner.
• Firesworn: A variant of self-immolation that imbues the caster with the energy and heat from the surrounding area, adorning their body with flame, renders the caster immune to fire, and able to harness the power of flames.
• Firecracker: Compresses thermal energy in front of his hands to create a controlled expulsion of heat in a given direction, the larger the blast, the longer the casting takes, thus the name
  Firecracker, due to quick casts leading to rapid, random sparks in the air in front of him.
• Obsidian Perforation: Compacts dirt into hand-sized shards of obsidian rock in front of the caster's hand, to be shot out toward anything in front of it like an arrow.

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Experience: One of the heroes that appears in the Sureiya Warsong, though, his name is no longer spoken in the chant.
His father is the great Sureiya Dragonslayer, Drona Intaba.
Intaba had no other choice than to follow in his father's footsteps in order to maintain and uphold the now-known name of the Intaba clan within the Sureiya. Oshisayo trained diligently until he was strong enough to carry out and follow through with one of the greater dragon hunts in order to become a true Sureiya warrior.
Intaba did not fail in his hunt, and brought to his enclave the head of the dragon, Dromastus the Inheritor, a draconic lord known to consume souls to boost his own power. Oshisayo slew this beast and took his strength along with it.
Upon slaying this beast and returning with his head, he participated in the indoctrination ceremony of a true Sureiya member. The Dromastus Warsong proved to listeners that such chaotic gluttony would only be met with fierce and just steel.
Unfortunately, and especially for the Intaba clan, not all great lifestyles remain intact. Oshisayo led a lone expedition against a dragon increasing in power in the eastern regions, known to the Sureiya as Balethal Endseer, a dragon warned as one that would begin a campaign against Fotia.
Oshisayo fought tooth and nail against a large mass of lesser dragonlings to reach Balethal, and when he did reach the 'End seer', was forced into an involuntary parlay with the beast. It spoke the common tongue, and began pleading for its own life.
Not in the conventional sense of pleading for one's own life, Balethal began imparting knowledge of the future into Oshisayo, the events that would occur if Intaba continued on his current path, and the horrible end he would face, the downfall he would experience from such an unknown clan being in the Sureiya, and how his own father would be the bane and source that sets off this downfall.
He was released at the end of this reverse-interrogation, and with the knowledge given to him, all he could be was angered, both at the dragon for their selfish actions at giving him the knowledge, and at the world he came to know. He slew Balethal Endseer, with plans on returning to the Sureiya with the head, however, as soon as the head hit the ground, it became nothing but ash.
Oshisayo returned to the Sureiya with a leather pouch filled with Balethal's ashes, only to met with scoffs and laughter, scorning the man for trying to pass off the kill with a bag of ashes, a man with no title but a Sureiya warrior, soon became marked as the Ashlord, an informal title for a gloryseeker such as himself. This was not the case and only angered Oshisayo further.
As soon as he thought it over, what Balethal had told him of his future were all coming true on the path he was going. Oshisayo did not want to be slave to destiny, and with a ceremonial sureiya blade, inherited the Intaba clan name with a hole through Drona's back atop a balcony during a great hunt expedition parade.
He declared he was the new master of the Intaba clan, revoked himself from the Sureiya, and fought his way out of Fotia, with a newfound sense of cunning, to the East, where he found Balethal. He was now Persona non Grata to Fotia for his actions and crimes, though now he believed he was the master to his own fate now.
It is said he massacred tens of hundreds of guards and fotian people. He ended up sleeping in the same cave he 'slew' Balethal, and upon awakening, found a large, bladed disc at the exact spot he slew the dragon, it was either a gift, or another scorning statement against the young Intaba master. He took the disc as a new, unique weapon to fight with, against what he was as a Sureiya.
Now, he has roamed the Edafos for six years, both alone, and with other bands of outcasts and brigands, going from place to place to peform the duties that need to be done.

Motivation: Oshisayo is a loud and battle-loving warrior. He also possesses an iron will and will stop at nothing to avenge fallen friends, which is represented in his Violation of Chivalry skill.

Intaba became known as the embodiment of Anger after the demise of his expedition. Angry for the unreasonable, angry for sadness, angry for pride. However, he swore not to hate. He always wished to be a person to raise an objection against the unreasonable world.

Blowing away any wise reason unaligned with his own, no matter who he faces, he turns them down, or outright destroys them if they don’t convince him to comply or play along.

Birthplace: Blaze, Fotia

Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

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Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

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Lancer was going up against the man who knew how to make dogfighting, no, flying in general seem like a dance, or part of a song, or a routine. They were flowing with one another as if a waltz was playing and they were emulating the beat, dancing around each other. It was a clash of their differences, while Winkoop was an ace emulating the dance of the Waltz, it felt as if Lancer was dancing to the beat of Jazz. The clash continued until they reached the climax of the cacophonous concert-- The climb and chase. As soon as the Devil began to rise, Lancer followed behind, up until he flipped around and began to play chicken with his F14D. It was a life or death situation, Captain Rose jammed his joystick to the far right, stepping on the respective pedal to begin a spin as soon as the smoke trails of the missiles came into sight.

4AMM #1 Dodge - 9 - HIT

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4AMM #2 Dodge - 16 - MISS

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4AMM #3 Dodge - 25 - MISS

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4AMM #4 Dodge - 10 - HIT

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It was not the smartest maneuver to perform in a panic, two missiles skirted past his craft, but two missiles hit a mark, and did their damage. One missile fragmented right into his left wing, technically scalping it and leaving Lancer with half an aileron on the left side. The other, slammed against the tail, taking a one of the upright rudders with it. The plane was in no condition to go for another target. It was taking out Winkoop or crashing and burning at this point.

All Lancer could manager was to get his cockpit antiparallel with Winkoop's in order to aim the 40mm gun right at the cockpit of the man. He wanted to have fun and take this man out on the ground, but there would be no better end than in the sky, it seems. There was a contingency in the case he missed.

Lancer: "I'll take care of her for you. Rest easy old man. You were backed into a corner to fight and you know it."

Lancer began spraying 20mm bursts at the cockpit belonging to Winkoop, if he didn't take him out, he'd take out his electronics making his plane useless and at risk to plummet right into the Earth. That wasn't good enough, he wasn't going to give Winkoop a win in the game of chicken either, he was pointing the nose right at the fuselage of Winkoop's craft. The explosion would take him out. The only escape was his ejection seat, he'd hate to lose his lucky craft, but there is one code that always holds true: The pilot is worth more than the machine.

Lancer 20mm Attack - 18

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Lancer Kamikaze - 9

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Lancer Ejection - 21

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Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

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Rose tried to lean back in his pilot's seat as he listened over the radio as Devil-1 had the gall to talk back over the frequency that he opened up for him to vent his frustrations out on. He wouldn't expect anything less from a spider like Winkoop. What he said was very well-informed, as if Rose's dossier had crossed Winkoop's lap more than once, it was obvious if Winkoop could see Rose's face, he'd recognize it from a mile away, nobody walks away from Vlhakia without non-officially being marked for death and branded an insult to the crown. Well, Rose knows Winkoop too. Research is not a one-sided war.

Lancer: "Don't count your chickens before they hatch. Bane of Saralon."

Duel Evasion - 13

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Lancer smirks beneath his helmet, twisting his joystick so that the guidance buffers on the jet engine's end would guide his plane into a Cobra maneuver to make Devil-1 overshoot the bead he had locked on Angel-3. With a jump of his afterburner he would change his trajectory straight upwards, with a slam of his airbrakes he would push his plane back down, and another jump of the afterburner with another twist of the joystick he would plant himself as the one with the upper hand in the fight. Angel-3 was now tailing Devil-1, not the other way around.

Lancer: "While we're on the subject of child killing, how's Emilia?"

He was going to cut deep in any way he could. This man had no moral high ground, especially one who works and carries out orders from such a bloodthirsty nation. Lancer dialed his LRAAMs to be set on a timed fuse post-launch. He wasn't going to lock on Winkoop that would be too obvious of an attack. He was going to enact a rudimentary pincer maneuver as a solo pilot. The sight of missiles will scare Winkoop to evade, they will be on a dummy timer and detonate after a certain set amount of time, at a hope to catch the Devil's aircraft in an explosion, but most definitely to keep Winkoop on the defensive. In the meantime, he was going to aim at the engine hardpoints with bursts from his 20mm cannon to disable and down the craft. If the victory wasn't total, it would be personal, on the ground.

Lancer: "Oh, I'm going to enjoy this."

Lancer: "Hope you're feeling it too. Winkoop. Just like old times."

Timed LRAAM Attack - 14

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20mm Precision Strike - 23

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