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The Spirits Within: Oakridge Chronicles

@Prisk

I've changed Jaina's profession to army.

The Absent King

Juna had finally arrived alongside her companions, arriving at the bank of a river. She had turned her back on a great danger. Whatever the danger was, however, was unknown to her. It some kind of kind of giant spider or some kind of nightmarish insectoid, and Juna had no knowledge beyond that vague idea. Well, she had had quite enough of that, and fortunately she was now away from all of that. It seemed she was once again somewhere safe again, although Juna suspected that this was quite far from being over.

Now amidst her companions once again, Juna heart had jumped. It was quite unlike her to be one to be overcome with emotion, so she would not. Nonetheless, she was quite glad to see them alive and in good shape. Well, at least alive. Annara certainly did not seem to be in good shape, which was certainly a disappointment. She saw her wounds, covered by makeshift bandages courtesy of Aust. Juna certainly would have to thank him later. Juna was glad that Annara was alive and would live, and she felt disappointment in herself for not being there in her companion’s hour of need. She had jumped into combat far too quickly, instead of tending to the aid of her friends.

Aust mentioned that some of their friends still lived, which brought Juna some comfort. Richer lived, and led three others to safety, along with Anuwelyn and the twins. Yet still the words brought on anger and grief. If this was all that lived, then it was truly a calamity. Had it been even a single death that would have been a tragedy. With this many dead, Juna truly had no words with which she could express her thoughts, either to herself or to her remaining friends.

Lothren requested to be set down, and Juna had figured that her leader had been carried long enough. He was tough, and blessed with all the other qualities she needed in a leader. She was sure he would shoulder on, even if his had taken a temporary toll. She helped him get to a comfortable spot, giving him a smile.

“Foolish, maybe,” Juna said. “But it sure as all hell worked. And it sure makes me awesome for doing it. I’m joking of course. Remember, Lothren, I pledged my life to you, and I’d not easily turn my back on my word.

Juna listened to the rest of the talk. She wondered a bit what Lothren would do, although in reality there was only one path they could really be expected to take. Indeed, they did take that path. Soon they set out, and it was on foot. Juna had grown a bit lazy, as she had grown quite used to the idea of having a steed. Kevala was gone, and Juna would prefer to think that she was not dead, although she probably was.

As Juna meandered through the greenery along the river, Juna noticed that the journey was long. She felt a little guilty that the most thing she was worried about was finishing their trek and finding some place to have a moment of rest. Then she remembered that she never felt guilty, and that did the trick. All of these thoughts reminded Juna what had been lost. As she wondered through the endless monotony of the green foliage and uncomfortable melancholic silence of her friends, she recalled the faces of those who would not return.

Juna had spent a lot of time with less than pure intentions. She had led some of the men on when she was feeling flirtatious and chaste through chosen expressions, playful mannerism, and pretty words. On rarer occasions she was feeling a bit more open and adventurous, she would take a lover. Juna had not seen Reginald’s body, but she knew all the same that his death was certain. She already missed him, and her soul was filled with regret. Last night she had the chance to be with him for a final night, but she had passed up on it, and her soul bitterly wept because of that. They had seperatedly long ago, and the chance of them getting together for another night had been nearly zero for quite a while. Still, Juna wished for it, because as it was now she had never gotten to say goodbye, and it pained her.

“You know,” Juna began. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I can’t stop thinking about what happened back there. Untold numbers of people died in Vicenna, if the entire country really did go under. It’s the world’s greatest atrocity. And so many of our companions, our friends, they were killed. I guess what I’m really trying to say is that there’s a few spiders that I’d like to crack open.”

Juna was rarely so serious, and so open about it. It seemed to her, however, that seriousness was the correct state of mind. Right now, Juna wasn’t smiling. Even the charade wasn’t something worth keeping up. She kept on walking. Juna had enough time to calm herself down. In spite of whatever vengeance her heart demanded, she would be able to remain calm. A town surrounded by a stone wall appeared in front of her. as the group approached, the guard demanded who they were.

"Just a humble group of travelers," Juna said, giving a tired smile.

The Absent King

I tend to use deviantart, but it's always a struggle to find what I'm looking for. Unfortunately, I don't know where else to look.

The Spirits Within: Oakridge Chronicles

@smarty0114
Go team.

The Spirits Within: Oakridge Chronicles

@Prisk

My secondary character is done. I hope it's sufficient. I'm going to have Ezra go for on Doral Recruits mission, while Jaina will go to the Nexus Reactor mission.

The Spirits Within: Oakridge Chronicles

It comes from a good movie as well.

The Spirits Within: Oakridge Chronicles

_{Ezra Malchut
◆ 23 ◆ January 14◆ 5’4 ◆ Guardian}

Casual Theme

Battle Theme

_{◆ A P P E A R A N C E}

Ezra has angelic face and lithe body, with an androgynous appearance. His hair is black, his face and lips are soft, and his figure is quite thin. His eyes always have a deep, penetrating stare. He tends to wear dark colors, either being outright black or blue. His attire is less formal than suits but more formal than normal attire.

_{◆ I D E O L O G Y}

Ezra has made few friends in his life. He is generally quiet and rarely smiles. He has always felt a world apart from those around them, as in his view they have failed to understand. He has not exactly avoided friendship, yet neither has he made any strong bonds. He is far from shy, but he is generally quiet, and his diligence in his schoolwork sapped away much of his free time. Generally, in regards to other people he is quite cynical, and does not believe that they are of any help to them. Either they mess up, or they don’t really care.

Ezra regards himself as fiercely independent. His past has led him to hate the feeling of being controlled. Time and time again he has been controlled, and like a ragdoll he has been thrown around with no thought given to his own feelings and opinions. Never again, Ezra had decided, would that happen to him. Nothing enrages him more than the feeling of being trapped and controlled. He may at times adamantly refuse to compromise on his position, his obstinacy sometimes bordering on immaturity.

He is greatly focused on himself and on his own goals. He understands that he has a duty to his school, to his companions, and to the world to fulfill his new role as a guardian, but nonetheless wishes to see his unfinished familial business completed on his own terms. He also has a strong urge to live, and wants to see his missions as a guardian completed without having to put himself at risk. Yet should push come to shove, he shall do what is necessary.

_{◆ B A C K G R O U N D}

Ezra is the son of Aeon and Maia Melchet. He knows this much, but little else. All his memories from before he was ten years old were apparently wiped away from his mind. He then woke up in the mansion of Elijah Melchet. Elijah told Ezra that he was his father, and commented that he seemed to be suffering from amnesia. Ezra bought it, and believed every word of it.

Elijah put Ezra through intense training in order to make him strong, to discipline, to put him under control, and to forcefully make his abilities manifest. After his abilities became manifest, he was sent to Oakridge Academy. Elijah visited often, ostensibly checking on Ezra, although he was truly coming to ensure that he remembered who was in control, and to remind him what his goal was. That was goal was to the pride of the Academy, Oakridge’s greatest student. He became diligent in his studies, withdrawing from his peers, virtually never seeing them outside of class.

However, the more he studied the more Ezra grew enthralled with the subjects he was studying, Gaia and spirits, and cared less about simply excelling. His grades did not drop and his diligence did not decrease, but he cared less about the mission Elijah had given him. Then he was visited by a mysterious stranger, who turned out not to be a stranger at all. It was Maia Melchet, his mother, a woman who had been erased from his mind. She told him that she was his mother, and his father was named Aeon, not Elijah. His supposed father, Elijah, had simply deceived him. However, they were soon interrupted and had to part ways, as Elijah was approaching towards them, before she was able to tell him more information. It explained the visions that Ezra would have of things he had never seen before.

Ezra had a mental breakdown and nearly went insane from the revelation, but he recovered. It was through his sole friend, Jaina, that he was able to soldier onwards. He looked through some archives, and discovered another portion of the truth. During the great war known as the Calamity twenty years ago, the Melchet siblings Aeon, Elijah, and Augusta fought side by side, all of them becoming war heroes. During the Calamity, Augusta died fighting the Mordrem, but the brothers survived. Soon after the war they had a falling out. That, however, was all the information he could figure out.

Ezra wanted to know more. He wanted to know why Elijah had taken him from his father, and where his mother and father were. He no longer obeyed Elijah, and he hadn’t seen him in quite a long time. Family matters were not the only thing he could worry about now, however. He had graduated and become a guardian, and he now a duty to carry out. However, he also had unfinished family business. He had received a note, telling him that if he wanted to know, he should go to Doral. Fortunately, it’s on the way.

_{◆ W A R F A R E}

Ezra’s weapon is a gunblade with a trap mechanic. Its default form is a sword with a steel blade. Its secondary form is a scopeless sniper rifle. Ezra has spent time becoming skilled in both forms of the weapon.

_{◇ Mot [ Dark ] [ -Curse ] A tentacle of dark matter emerges from Ezra’s hand, which Ezra can control at will. In addition to damaging his enemies, Ezra uses it for utilitarian purposes.
◇ Orcus [ Dark ] [ -Poison ] [ -Terror ] A wave of blackness washes over an opponent, and they are cursed with afflictions, their lifeforce slowly drained from any movement or action.
◇ Paimon [ Dark ] [ -Lightning ] An unnatural black lightning emerges from Ezra’s fingertips, which he controls at will.}

_{◆ A S P E K T S}

_{◇ Ravager
◇ Vicar
◇ Synergist
◇ Lucky}

Secondary Character

_{Jaina Madison
◆ 22 ◆ December 4 ◆ 5’8 ◆ Army}

_{◆ A P P E A R A N C E}

Jaina prefers to dress casual when she can, and feels more comfortable in clothes of those kind than with her military uniform. She tends to prefer lighter colors, especially blue. She also tends to avoid dresses, the exception being during formal events, and tends to prefer blue jeans.

_{◆ I D E O L O G Y}

Jaina prefers to take things with a cheerful attitude, and with a bright smile. She doesn’t give thoughts to the “big things” like if the world will get better, or whether optimism or pessimism is the correct path. Instead she prefers to take in stride the belief that she must continue to look, in a sense, upward, and always move forward happily.

Jaina cares about how she appears to others, and to the world. It is important for her to always put a smile for others. She has an image of herself that others have of her, and it is something that must be upheld. She does not want that image of herself shattered, as she’s worked very hard to maintain it. So she keeps up her smile, even when things get hard, and things have started to become very hard, emotionally at least. She will not compromise on this, and she will keep her own issues kept inside of her.

_{◆ B A C K G R O U N D}

Jaina was only a babe when both her parents were killed. It was during the Calamity twenty years, when the Mordrem overran the greater part of eastern Tenebra that Elijah Malchut found her in a dark corner, crying not far from where her parents had been killed. He took her off the streets of war-torn and devastated Tenebra and with him. He welcomed her, treating her as if she were his own daughter. At the same time, however, he put her through a strict regimen. Jaina was taught how to fight, and become a warrior. She was taught to obey Elijah without reservation.

When she was young a new person came into her life. Ezra came under the same roof as her. She knew that Ezra that was being deceived by Elijah, yet she kept quiet. She still obeyed Elijah’s words without question. In time, she saw herself drawn to him. Ezra was very distant and always busy, but the pair of them became inseparable friends nonetheless. She felt terrible for deceiving him, but her loyalty to her friend was not enough to overturn her conditioned loyalty.

Under orders from Elijah, Jaina followed Ezra to Oakridge Academy. No matter how hard she had trained, not even a spark of the power necessary to traverse to the path to guardianship appeared. Fortunately, Oakridge also trains normal soldiers, and Jaina would be joining the army. She kept up her friendship with Ezra, but he steadily grew more distant.

When Ezra had discovered the truth, he confronted Jaina. Jaina admitted that she had known that Elijah was lying about their familial ties, and that Ezra wasn’t really Elijah’s son. Ezra became incensed, and demanded to know more. Jaina declared that she knew nothing other than what he had already learned. Ezra has all but broken off their friendship, and rarely speaks to her now. Jaina, however, intends to get close to him once again.

_{◆ W A R F A R E}

Jain’s main weapon is a specialized assault rifle, equipped with a scope and a silencer. At her side is a heavy pistol and a shortsword meant for close encounters.

Secondary Character

_{Rowena Malchut the Sidian
◆ 28 ◆ December 31 ◆ 5’11 ◆ Adventurer}

_{◆ A P P E A R A N C E}

Rowen’s hair is long, spiraling downward until the near end of her back, its appearance wild and unkempt but far from scruffy or dirty, its color is brown. Her lifestyle has endowed her with a slim and muscular figure throughout her body. For a woman, she is tall.

_{◆ I D E O L O G Y}

Raised in the wastelands of the Dark Lands filled with destruction, Modrem, and depravity since she was abandoned as a child, Rowena has developed apart from what is called the acceptable, the proper, or the norm. In this respect she has developed into something of an enigma, or perhaps that is only true when compared to areas outside of the Darklands.

She is boisterous and animated, with a personality that is filled with energy. She is not afraid to shout, but there is the need, and tends to keep the volume of her voice at a medium level. In general personality she is very forthcoming and direct, never shying away from her true opinion on things in spite of societal sensitivities. Thus she can come off of overbearing and rude, although in the less civilized Darklands this hasn’t stopped her from making friends.

She holds strongly to the personal doctrine of individualism and individual freedom. In doing so, she declares that she shall never have her life surrendered to another, unless it is in the heat of battle. In her hatred of rules and controls, she despises the rules of the lands beyond the Darklands, as their aim is to force people like herself into surrender and subjugation. The only good part of civilization is the riches it offers, which Rowena appreciates very much.

Her reason for fighting is mostly for material gains and for her very survival, although she prefers it to the normalized life of regular civilization. Violence and adventure gives her a kind of thrill which a schedule and job cannot.

_{◆ B A C K G R O U N D}

Rowena is the daughter of Aeon Malchut, the man who became a hero and one of the greatest Guardians, and Margaret Robins, the woman he once loved. She is of mixed ethnicity. Her childhood was happy enough, but it was soon enough destroyed by the Calamity. The first memory Margaret still has is of her father abandoning her and her mother, leaving them to die at the hands of Mordrem. Her mother died, but she did not, and with solely her instinct, natural intellect, and a humble kitchen knife she slew her first Mordrem.

On that day her life had changed forever, and never again would peace be known to her, and soon she would no longer wish for it. She survived the Calamity, yet her world was plunged into darkness. She lived in the Dark Zone, and that being no place for children, her childhood ended. She was forced to adapt to her environment, and she learned how to fight and how to scavenge. Years spent inside the Dark Zone away from the remnants of civilization irrevocably changed her.

She became an adventurer who had a contempt for rules. She visited many places, and managed to survive out in the Dark Lands, slaying all who would seek to kill her, whether they be Mordrem, gangs, aggressors, fanatics, or husks. Although she prefers the wild and lawless lands to that of the cities ruled by government, she visits both, and has spent her life traveling, fighting, and learning various languages. As a youth she realized she had control over the power of spirits, and she uses aspekts to augment her strength, but she remains an almost exclusively physical fighter, and uses her single spirit, Timaeus, in only dire emergencies.

_{◆ W A R F A R E}

Rowena wields a rather plain sword with a handle of leather and blade of normal yet firm steel. Nothing fancier is thought to be needed. [◇]

_{◇ Timaeus [ Holy ] A bright wave of light appears from Rowena’s palms and lunges forth wherever she targets, dealing heavy damage..}

_{◆ A S P E K T S}

_{◇ Lancer
◇ Sentinel
◇ Adept
◇ Fanatic}

The Spirits Within: Oakridge Chronicles

Main Character

_{Ezra Malchut
◆ 23 ◆ January 14◆ 5’4 ◆ Guardian}

_{◆ A P P E A R A N C E}

Ezra has angelic face and lithe body, with an androgynous appearance. His hair is black, his face and lips are soft, and his figure is quite thin. His eyes always have a deep, penetrating stare. He tends to wear dark colors, either being outright black or blue. His attire is less formal than suits but more formal than normal attire.

_{◆ I D E O L O G Y}

Ezra has made few friends in his life. He is generally quiet and rarely smiles. He has always felt a world apart from those around them, as in his view they have failed to understand. He has not exactly avoided friendship, yet neither has he made any strong bonds. He is far from shy, but he is generally quiet, and his diligence in his schoolwork sapped away much of his free time. Generally, in regards to other people he is quite cynical, and does not believe that they are of any help to them. Either they mess up, or they don’t really care.

Ezra regards himself as fiercely independent. His past has led him to hate the feeling of being controlled. Time and time again he has been controlled, and like a ragdoll he has been thrown around with no thought given to his own feelings and opinions. Never again, Ezra had decided, would that happen to him. Nothing enrages him more than the feeling of being trapped and controlled. He may at times adamantly refuse to compromise on his position, his obstinacy sometimes bordering on immaturity.

He is greatly focused on himself and on his own goals. He understands that he has a duty to his school, to his companions, and to the world to fulfill his new role as a guardian, but nonetheless wishes to see his unfinished familial business completed on his own terms. He also has a strong urge to live, and wants to see his missions as a guardian completed without having to put himself at risk. Yet should push come to shove, he shall do what is necessary.

_{◆ B A C K G R O U N D}

Ezra is the son of Aeon and Maia Melchet. He knows this much, but little else. All his memories from before he was ten years old were apparently wiped away from his mind. He then woke up in the mansion of Elijah Melchet. Elijah told Ezra that he was his father, and commented that he seemed to be suffering from amnesia. Ezra bought it, and believed every word of it.

Elijah put Ezra through intense training in order to make him strong, to discipline, to put him under control, and to forcefully make his abilities manifest. After his abilities became manifest, he was sent to Oakridge Academy. Elijah visited often, ostensibly checking on Ezra, although he was truly coming to ensure that he remembered who was in control, and to remind him what his goal was. That was goal was to the pride of the Academy, Oakridge’s greatest student. He became diligent in his studies, withdrawing from his peers, virtually never seeing them outside of class.

However, the more he studied the more Ezra grew enthralled with the subjects he was studying, Gaia and spirits, and cared less about simply excelling. His grades did not drop and his diligence did not decrease, but he cared less about the mission Elijah had given him. Then he was visited by a mysterious stranger, who turned out not to be a stranger at all. It was Maia Melchet, his mother, a woman who had been erased from his mind. She told him that she was his mother, and his father was named Aeon, not Elijah. His supposed father, Elijah, had simply deceived him. However, they were soon interrupted and had to part ways, as Elijah was approaching towards them, before she was able to tell him more information. It explained the visions that Ezra would have of things he had never seen before.

Ezra had a mental breakdown and nearly went insane from the revelation, but he recovered. It was through his sole friend, Jaina, that he was able to soldier onwards. He looked through some archives, and discovered another portion of the truth. During the great war known as the Calamity twenty years ago, the Melchet siblings Aeon, Elijah, and Augusta fought side by side, all of them becoming war heroes. During the Calamity, Augusta died fighting the Mordrem, but the brothers survived. Soon after the war they had a falling out. That, however, was all the information he could figure out.

Ezra wanted to know more. He wanted to know why Elijah had taken him from his father, and where his mother and father were. He no longer obeyed Elijah, and he hadn’t seen him in quite a long time. Family matters were not the only thing he could worry about now, however. He had graduated and become a guardian, and he now a duty to carry out. However, he also had unfinished family business. He had received a note, telling him that if he wanted to know, he should go to Doral. Fortunately, it’s on the way.

_{◆ W A R F A R E}

Ezra’s weapon is a gunblade with a trap mechanic. Its default form is a sword with a steel blade. Its secondary form is a scopeless sniper rifle. Ezra has spent time becoming skilled in both forms of the weapon.

_{◇ Mot [ Dark ] [ Curse ] A tentacle of dark matter emerges from Ezra’s hand, which Ezra can control at will. In addition to damaging his enemies, Ezra uses it for utilitarian purposes.
◇ Orcus [ Dark ] [ Poison ] [ Terror ] A wave of blackness washes over an opponent, and they are cursed with afflictions, their lifeforce slowly drained from any movement or action.
◇ Paimon [ Dark ] [ Lightning ] An unnatural black lightning emerges from Ezra’s fingertips, which he controls at will.}

_{◆ A S P E K T S}

_{◇ Ravager
◇ Vicar
◇ Synergist
◇ Lucky}

Secondary Character

_{Jaina Madison
◆ 22 ◆ December 4 ◆ 5’8 ◆ WARG}

_{◆ A P P E A R A N C E}

WIP

_{◆ I D E O L O G Y}

WIP

_{◆ B A C K G R O U N D}

WIP

_{◆ W A R F A R E}

Jain’s main weapon is a specialized assault rifle, equipped with a scope and a silencer. At her side is a heavy pistol and a shortsword meant for close encounters.

I'm still working on my secondary character, and I should be done tomorrow.

The Spirits Within: Oakridge Chronicles

I'm interested. I'll start working on a couple characters.

States of Evolution

@Frengo

They'd look something like this. Wikipedia dates this particular drawing to 1405.