WilsonTurner

A Prized bride (The return)

@agentmanatee
I have no idea what you're talking about.

Besides, Sia killed some people too!

A Prized bride (The return)

_{Valence the Cultist}

Valence yanked his knife out of the eye of his third Drakken that night.

The damned, blasted, arrogant motherfucks kept raping people. Why do that? Why not, he didn't know, they just be polite, civil intelligent beings that wooed and tried to impress fair Gems, instead of stealing them away from their homes and shoving their faces into their beds while they had their way with them.

Valence, as he knew, was in a slight bloodrage. That is, a rage to spill Drakken blood because of their injustices against the unalienable rights to any living being. As such, they invalidated their own rights to live. And while the Creator, the Fates, and all other godly entities didn't seem intent on upholding the natural rules- Valence had no mind doing it for them.

He slammed his sword into the Drakken's head, brutally sawing at the beast to cut off one of its' horns. The lady the beast was raping sat curled, naked, desperately trying to cover herself with the sheets, to stem the blood from a few cuts that the Drakken gave her. She watched on fearfully as Valence took his proof of his kill- but she seemed to approve, a little.

Two more girls peeked into the room, from the hallway. Both of them were sort of used to the gore, by now. Valence had already done this once in their presence, each. Where else had he rescued them from? Walking out would be easy, anyhow.

So he dragged the corpse into the beast's washing room, leaving a rather nasty trail of blood on the floor, before beckoning the two well-clothed Gems into the room. They promptly set about helping their fellow, cleaning her up, comforting her, as Valence glared at the bloody floor and cursed the Drakken again.

He hid the horn in an inside pocket, next to four others. Guards were surprisingly lax around here, in the fortress interior.

Having finished his final kill for the night, he approached the three Brides he decided to save. He hadn't asked their names; they hadn't given them. He hadn't offered his own, either. Instead, he knelt down at the bedside, watching the recovering Bride and the two he had already saved sitting on either side of them.

"Alright, ladies. We're heading out. Do any of you want to stay?"

An obvious shake of their heads, vigorous and pleading.

"Anything you want to take with you?"

Again, more shaking of the head.

"Sir, we don't want to stay here any longer than we must," stated the first one he saved, firmly.

"Anywhere is better than here," stated the second, just as resolute.

"Where are you taking us?" asked the whimpering, somewhat cowering one. It seemed that she was a little afraid of males at this point. Understandable enough.

So he gave a grim smile, and then replied, "The mountains. People like me have an outpost there. To prepare for an eventual Drakken attack. To counterattack, even. I'm here, after all. Now wouldn't it be nice to keep other girls from getting kidnapped from their homes to satisfy these beasts' perverse needs?"

Naturally, firm, resolute nods. A little shaky on number three's part.

"Well alright then. Get some cloaks, keep your heads down, and follow me."

It was then that Valence replaced his horns- such a stupid requirement, but one that allowed him to pass right through a Drakken checkpoint- and marched out of the door, shutting it firmly behind him. There was a little blood on his torso, but he covered the majority of it with his own cloak. Pulling his hood up, he lowered his head and started marching.

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Three Hours Later

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Walking out the gate had been easy.

Walking down the road had been easy.

Keeping three tired, part-raped women going down the road after a couple hours wasn't.

Curse their stamina, or their lack thereof!

So be it, they were far enough away and it was dark enough for it not to matter if there was a fire or not.

This had led the four to sit around a small fire in the wilderness, wrapped in cloaks and huddled about. Incidentally, all three of them had decided that Valence was their savior and had begun treating him like a big brother- respecting him, using him as shelter, bickering with him, and giggling behind his back about the last thing he said. He'd say he found it annoying, but there was something about three Gems in horrible circumstances clinging to something good that left him feeling a bit better.

In addition, all three decided that they'd use him as a heater, and were huddling in towards each other, around him. Valence just hoped no Drakken or mountain lion decided to stumble into their camp- the three bodies using him as a pillow (apparently he was the savior of their lives as well as their sleep) would get in the way. Gah!

But then again, they felt warmer and safer with him. That was good, even if it might be problematic if they really do join the cult.

Should he really describe his own people as a cult? That suggested they were conspiratorial and a little crazy, believing in improbable things. Then again, they believed they could stop a Drakken attack on their homeland. Cult seemed like a good word, now.

He sighed, leaned against his tree, with three women leaning against him, shivering slightly, all of them, and closed his eyes. He listened to the forest, and awaited the night to end so they could continue on.

XCOM 2: Make your own character, see how he/she does.

@Bourgeoisie
Based on the level of enemies I'm playing on this Easy-difficulty game...

Suicide is indeed going to get himself killed. Js.

Also, he's old as shit. Like 55.

Olympus Academy for the Demigods[High Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay]

And, no offense meant, but...

You really don't quite grasp the mythology of Nemesis.

@Krayzikk

And my apologies, I study a whole bunch of different things. I'm not specifically focusing on any one thing. While I'd love to have in-depth knowledge of just about everything- I can't. When you research a bunch, other stuff fades.

Olympus Academy for the Demigods[High Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay]

@Altered Tundra@Write
... seriously.

Well that's bull.

I'd have to practically rewrite him. It took me three hours as-is.

Mmmmkay, I'm just gonna go then.

Olympus Academy for the Demigods[High Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay]

Darius Bresailler/Nemesis

Darius Bresailler

"AAAAGGH" -Darius

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Personal Information

Name:
Darius Johnson Bresailler

Nickname:
Dare, Breller, John

Birth Date:
February 25th

Age:
22

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Straight

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In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:
Darius is an interesting chap. He's standing at a slightly above average 6 foot 1 inches, with his hair bumping him up another inch. In addition, his general body build is narrow and wiry- not as narrow as some, but still wiry. He doesn't necessarily look strong, though he has little fat at the moment and mainly just muscle mass. His shoulders are somewhat narrow- more so than the average male- and he has a sharper appearance.

Specifically, he has brown, oft-colored hair, and rather normal hazel eyes (even if they do have little flecks of red in them). His hands and feet are about the average size for a guy his age, though his fingers are a little longer and narrower. He also has a bit of facial hair, more of a fading thick stubble along his jawline, and a bit of a mustache that connects with his scratchy short beard.

Clothing Style:
A casual formal, or whatever it is. He likes his collared shirts, he likes his trenchcoats, and he likes his jeans. You'll rarely see him in something besides this- he'll even show up to running practice in a collared shirt. Granted, it's a sports shirt with a collar, but it's still a collar. He'll occasionally flick the collar all the way up and glare at someone, for dramatic effect. Normal running shoes cut it for him, though he has a pair of military boots for those things that normal shoes shouldn't handle.

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Delving Deeper

Quirks/Oddities/Habits

• Messes with his hair when nervous
• Fixes his hair when nervous
• Starts humming, and beats the tip of his index finger against the bottom of his thumb to whatever tune it he's got in his head
• Has a natural scowl on his face, except for when he's humming.
• Keeps a list of people he doesn't like on a small flippable notepad, which he keeps with him all the time. Updates regularly.
• Doodles in his notepad as well
• Always watches the sunrise and the sunset. Always.

Likes:

• Trains
• Explosions
• Fountains
• Pretty views and sunsets/sunrises
• Revenge, served cold.
• Snakes. He has one, actually. A very special one named Fidi.
• Nature spirits, such as dryads or naiads. They raised him; he has a soft spot for them.

Dislikes:

• Rabbits. And rats. And mice. He absolutely hates the furry little creatures.
• Midday. It always puts him in a bad mood.
• Stupid things. Whether it's someone being stupid, someone that's actually stupid, a stupid thought, stupid suggestion, anything. If it's stupid, he really dislikes it.
• Devil's advocate. He hates the people who are arguing against something already planned- such as someone arguing against an unknown item being a certain object, when there are no other reasonable possibilities.
• Audiobooks. Absolutely hates the damn things.

Fears:

• Being sent to the Fields of Punishment- not death, but at failing to reach Elysium.
• Betrayal by someone trusted
• Geese. He is absolutely terrified of Canadian Geese. One attacked him as a child, and while he actually killed the damned thing, he's been afraid of them ever since.

Personality:

♦ Vengeful ♦ Wary ♦ Determined ♦ Thoughtful

Believe it or not, Darius, as a son of a rather old-fashioned man and Nemesis, is quite the vengeful soul. Cross him, and you will likely find spiders in your bed. Maybe even a black widow. He doesn't appear to have grudges- in fact, after crossing him, you might find that he's just chill with it and it never happened- and yet, you will most definitely find dog crap in your chocolate ice cream. He keeps a list. Speaking generally, he keeps tabs on the severity of one's transgressions against them, and responds accordingly, and he is very, very patient. A year after he has been crossed, people have been revenged upon. So it is, with Darius.

Other than his vengeful, never-forget side, he's a wary guy. He sees everyone as both a possible friend, and a possible enemy. He knows that anyone can go any way, based on one's behavior. Despite this, he isn't an outgoing guy- his goal isn't to make as many friends and allies as possible. He is the son of the goddess of revenge- few people ever manage to get revenge on the guy who is literally a partial representation of revenge. He keeps an eye out on his six, he checks around corners and the ceilings before fully walking into a room. Slightly paranoid, he is. More than that, he's very slow to open up, unless he feels particularly good about someone. Again- he doesn't want to find that a friend is actually an enemy.

Beyond this, he is determined. If he wants revenge- he will likely get it, whether in a minute, or in a decade. Onwards with this, he's also one of the better swordsmen and runners in camp, simply because he doesn't stop training. Every morning, he's running. Every afternoon, he's swinging a sword. Some wonder how he can keep up with schoolwork; he spends a good bit of time doing that too. So it is. Any time he's not working on his speed, stamina, or swordsmanship, you might see him with a couple of his friends, strolling about, practicing archery (they're not that great), and discussing random topics.

In addition to the rest of this, Darius is very thoughtful and intelligent. He takes words to heart and thinks them through, through many possibilities and reasons and more. He sees the stars and knows that there are actually suns way out there, and that they can also be created by the gods- which has given him many a headache. He sees both the reason and the magic in a great many things, even in anger and hate.

However, if he has a soft spot for something- something he cares about and truly doesn't want to harm, he will most likely not harm it. He'll get revenge some other way- but not without real distress, real harm. For example, there's a dryad that enjoys tricking him, playing with him, every time he comes near the forest- and he's never begrudged the dryad her fun.

Background:
There's little he'll admit about his life before Olympus, but here's what's gotten out anyhow, for anyone who digs around enough and puts all the pieces together.

Darius lived with a somewhat... unstable father on the outskirts of a mid-sized town, on the shore of a nice, pretty lake. From the very start, Darius wandered around with naiads and dryads- they were surprised by his awareness of them, but they acted as a mother to the lad in his real mother's absence. His father wasn't the best man, but he did care, and he took care of his kid, when he wasn't "wondering among the nature." The man actually knew who it was who conceived his child, and it was from that he became a little unstable.

So with a kind but... messy father, and a multitude of sweet-faced nature spirits as his parental figures, he grew up. He saw that the grass both grew because of the nutrients and water, and because the dryads' presence infused it with strength. He learned from going to plain old school in town that kids can be nice, can be mean- they're just looking out for themselves, and many times, being mean was how it was done. So while he was home, he was sweet. And while he was at school, he ruled. Nemesis came out quite strong, during school hours. No one wanted to cross him- but when no one crossed him, everything was well and good.

This did not last. Eventually, monsters began sniffing his presence. The lake that he resided at was such a hotspot for nature spirits that most monsters never got close- they were destroyed by the nature spirits, or simply led in circles until they left. Until, of course, a monster didn't.

It was then that a satyr was called in. Just as the monsters had difficulty sniffing out the demigod, so did the satyr- but the nature spirits were on his side, so he found him well enough. It was at this time that Darius was fifteen or sixteen- unusually old for a demigod to be out in the world. His father somehow kept their land, the dryads and naiads still took care of them, but he had to leave. He was preparing for college, so it wasn't too terribly much of a surprise, but it was still far sooner than he expected. Either way- he left with a monster on his heels, a satyr leading the way.

Fifteen days later, he was introduced to the camp.

And he's been there ever since. No tragic backstory, nothing particularly dramatic. Just that he had been raised by nature spirits and a shaken mortal.

Extra: The proud owner of- yes, you got it!- a ball python! He picked it up just a year earlier, and he loves his ball python to death- who is aptly named Fidi, for the Greek word of Serpent/Snake. Fidi is a three-foot-long nonvenomous python which can often be seen curled around Darius's neck, wrists, or occasionally bedpost. He has his own glass home on Darius's nightstand.

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Godly Information

Godly Parent: Nemesis

Relationship With Godly Parent:
Relatively nonexistent. Where it does 'exist', it's simply on a friendly basis. Darius has never felt wronged by his mother, and Nemesis has no reason to particularly dislike her son- so when they interact, they're just fine with each other. Nemesis found him a place to be raised, after all- Vengeful she may be, caring she was also. Darius understood this, and was fine with it. They're less like mother/son and more like friendly acquaintances, if such a thing with a goddess is possible.

Darius is wary of her, though. She is still the goddess of revenge.

Godly Abilities:
Darius is naturally wary, and an ability that assists him is a sense of anyone who is planning on getting revenge or vengeance- if someone is sneaking around at night with the intent to dump a bucket of dyed water all over one's floor, Darius is probably awake and roughly aware of where they are.

In addition to this, Darius also has the natural, passive ability of knowing a grudge when it's talked about. If he hears Person A talking about Person B, no matter the tone, Darius is likely able to tell if Person A has a grudge against Person B, intuitively.

Granted, all this really does is give Darius a little edge if he wants to manipulate someone, or be aware of grudges against himself. Maybe not as useful as lightning or summoning a watery trident, but having a sort of radar and grudge-detector can be handy.

XCOM 2: Make your own character, see how he/she does.

@PlatinumSkink
Actually, no
I'm using saves to go back before the mission started oron the first turn.

A Prized bride (The return)

*flail*

It's happening today. I swear it on my honor.

@RomanAria

*COUGHCOUGHCOUGHCOUGHCOUGH*

Which today is that today
Is that today today, or yestertoday? Or tomortoday?

Or is it toaster.

Does anyone have a spare toaster?
I would like a toaster. Ours broke :c
Not like sourdough bread would fit in it anyhow >.>

I love sourdough toast.

Should I write a post that's nothing more than my characters interacting with my characters, and maybe one of my characters killing a couple NPCs because anger?

XCOM 2: Make your own character, see how he/she does.

@PlatinumSkink@The Spectre
Unfortunately- my time on my computer is very limited.

Also due to my most recent mission's 'success', I need to recover my own troops before training some new ones specifically to your characters.

After all, Wilson Turner, John Williams, and Ariel Softer have all been captured by ADVENT. But hey, I got the VIP, right? And I managed to keep them all alive through my first encounter with the Queen Berserker!

Actually, not really.
I restarted this mission a dozen times.
This is the most favorable outcome, so far.
The last times, no one would've made it out. At least two of them died each restart.

And I'm playing on EASY. I stopped playing on Normal because I kept losing someone every other mission, at the very least. I could play XCOM: Enemy Unknown on normal and rarely lose a man on the first try. I could play it on Hard and still lose a man less often than XCOM 2 on Easy.

XCOM 2: Make your own character, see how he/she does.

@PlatinumSkink
Also, what's your character's nationality?