Scarlet:
She woke up about 10 minutes later, Bound, her hands tied. She looked for her gun and saw it was missing.
"So... What did you do to me while I slept?"
She teased. She hated the Elbrian guts, but if she could seduce him, she could easily kill him.
"You know I am not all that strong, A bit unfair for a vascular man like yourself to kick a girl as hard as you did."
Blood dripped from her mouth from the kick from earlier, She had no care to it.
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<- Corporal Jade Iren Buckley
"You don't get to be in charge of a group dedicated to taking down titans, by fleeing from the targets. You get them by staining your best pair of pants and killing. The only problem I have is, The stains aren't blood."
((Right, so being the current leader of the attack, Scarlet can call it off and retreat. Otherwise, you and the other Ornavian Rp'ers can retreat on their own.))
Rowan roared with fury as the onslaught against the enemies continued. A man rushed up to his left, thinking that the loss of a hand would be his advantage. He was painfully mistaken as Rowan parries the blow with his claw, and smashes his head into the presumptuous enemy, knocking him unconscious. The Ornavians who saw this display were discouraged, and the Elbrians, were inspired. They carried the counter assault with fervor, eager to dig their blades into the nearby Ornavians.
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He looked down at her, with a puzzled look on his face, "Please. Don't even try." he looked around and noticed a hatch leading down farther into the ruins, although he attempted to wake his comrade up, he looked down and noticed his fellow Elbrians, still fighting with ferocity, he turned back to Scarlet, "Step down the ladder now." With both of their blades in hand, he tossed her blade out of the ruins, into the forest below. He motioned toward the hatch.
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Marcus grunted, waking from his momentary lapse in consciousness. He was slow to fully revive, having been shaken awake by his fellow Elbirian, now leading the prisoner down a ladder. Sitting up with a groan, Marcus probed the flesh around his wound, wincing as his fingers shot pain through his leg. Gathering his strength and taking a deep breath, he rose to his feet, wavering on his bad leg, but otherwise able to stand. Through the pain, Marcus managed to hobble over to the duo, catching himself on the brace of the other man. With a laugh that quickly broke off into a pained hiss, he said,
Scarlet:
"..."
She stepped down the latter as asked to by her captor's Is this it? Am I to die? Or am I to be taken to their prison and treated like a toy for the rest of my days?
She looked incredibly scared, Her mind going from tough badass, to a very broken, Scared, Girl, ready to give up. They've killed all of my squad members, I hope Dericka is okay...
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<- Corporal Jade Iren Buckley
"You don't get to be in charge of a group dedicated to taking down titans, by fleeing from the targets. You get them by staining your best pair of pants and killing. The only problem I have is, The stains aren't blood."
Letting out a laugh of his own he picked the emptied rifle from the ground next to the hatch, he handed it to his fellow Elbrian, "I don't think you have ammo, hrm.. could work well as a walking stick i guess?" he guided the prisoner down the ladder, he looked up at Markus and shrugged, he lead her out of the ruins, she could be used as ransom, he motioned for two more Elbrians to guild them on horses, the vanguards mounted, and Keaton found a wagon, with two horses saddled and ready to leave, a small area was made for someone to sit in, and guild the horses. She stepped into the wagon, he got on and they were ready to leave, Keaton turned around and noticed the tears streaming down her face, had she had lost as much as he had? is she plotting something? he realized what might happen to her in a pow camp, could she be but somewhere else? someone like her.. he shook his head in dismay, he stepped out of the cart and pretended to examine the wheels, "Guys we have a problem, go aid with the battle, i can figure this out, ill find you when i find a replacement." the vanguards looked at him puzzled, but dismounted and headed for the subsiding battle. he turned to scarlet, he hated doing this, but she was human, as was he, he put himself in her situation as if things would have been different. HE rode the cart a small distance from the rest of the group, making sure he was out of sight of Marcus. He pulled his blade and sliced the grappling hook rope from her wrists, "Im going to let you go. Stay out of sight, or you may get picked off by Vanguards," he looked her in the eyes "for my sake, to pay me back for releasing you this day, do not go back to the battle."
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Scarlet:
She felt the sympathy that he'd given her. And she looked back to the battlefield that she was no longer in, seeing zero of her squad members. She saw one in particular, Her arm was off, And she was on the floor, Dead.
"..." Dericka...
Scarlet cried loudly and yelled out loud throwing what seemed to be an emotional storm.
"YOU KILLED DERICKA!!!!"
She tackles him to the floor while on top of him her tears seeped onto his face
"SHE WAS LIKE A SISTER TO ME!"
she balled her fist up ready to let loose and give him hell. But she thought about the sympathy he'd extended to her. And she fell to the floor, rolling beside him, laying in the horse carriage.
"Just take me... I have nothing left. An entire squad dead..."
The tears she cried were not fake, In fact, Her sobbing was that of someone who had truly lost something dear to her. "Dericka..."
She couldn't stop repeating her name. Thinking about boot camp with her, and all of the stories they'd tell each other to sleep at night. All the soldiers they'd killed together, to have been cut short by a death in the battle field.
As she thought of this her hed tilted to the left and she looked at her captor.
"I hate you... Kill me. Or I will find every last Elbrian that stayed alive in this battle I will kill you all."
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<- Corporal Jade Iren Buckley
"You don't get to be in charge of a group dedicated to taking down titans, by fleeing from the targets. You get them by staining your best pair of pants and killing. The only problem I have is, The stains aren't blood."
"And you plan to do that all by yourself?" Marcus asked, emerging from behind the cart, supporting himself on the butt of his rifle. A pained smirk spread across his face, and he gave a short bark of laughter. "I can respect that. It's foolish, of course, but admirable." He nodded to Keaton, adding, "You better let her go, Vanguard. There's only so much pain you can inflict on a human being before it simply becomes unnecessarily cruel." Marcus broke off, leaning against the cart and shuddering in pain. Gritting his teeth, he fought to control his ragged breathing, and continued.
"Besides," he said, returning his eyes to Scarlet and hobbling closer, reaching out a hand to brush the hair from her face. "I look forward to our little rematch, don't you?" Grinning wider, he traced the outline of her jaw with one finger, stopping at her lips. "And next time," he whispered, brushing his lips against hers with a strange softness. "It'll be a little more...private."
Stepping away abruptly, Marcus waved to Keaton, giving him the go-ahead to release her.
"And you plan to do that all by yourself?" Marcus asked, emerging from behind the cart, supporting himself on the butt of his rifle. A pained smirk spread across his face, and he gave a short bark of laughter. "I can respect that. It's foolish, of course, but admirable." He nodded to Keaton, adding, "You better let her go, Vanguard. There's only so much pain you can inflict on a human being before it simply becomes unnecessarily cruel." Marcus broke off, leaning against the cart and shuddering in pain. Gritting his teeth, he fought to control his ragged breathing, and continued.
"Besides," he said, returning his eyes to Scarlet and hobbling closer, reaching out a hand to brush the hair from her face. "I look forward to our little rematch, don't you?" Grinning wider, he traced the outline of her jaw with one finger, stopping at her lips. "And next time," he whispered, brushing his lips against hers with a strange softness. "It'll be a little more...private."
Stepping away abruptly, Marcus waved to Keaton, giving him the go-ahead to release her.
Scarlet:
Her eyes were opened wide, She had an unwilling look about her face like she was unsure.
"Y-You... What the hell? Do you want to die?"
She licked her lips slowly in a circular motion
"Tell me before I go... Do you WANT to DIE?"
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"You don't get to be in charge of a group dedicated to taking down titans, by fleeing from the targets. You get them by staining your best pair of pants and killing. The only problem I have is, The stains aren't blood."
Marcus dismissed her comment with a laugh, turning away and saying, "Of course not my dearest. I want you." Marcus Redfield was notorious among the Warsworn for his shameless and direct attitude when approaching a woman he wanted, even in the most dire or inappropriate of situations. This was one of those times. The flash of Scarlet's eyes, the look of defiance, her skilled use of her chosen weapons, resonated within Marcus in a profound and natural way. He was bound to this girl, somehow. But as a lover or as an enemy, he could not say.
Hopefully, both.
Summoning as much bravado and cockiness as he could muster, he swaggered away, still slightly lopsided due to his wound. Calling over his shoulder, he teased,
"Try not to get killed, luv. I'll be keeping an eye out for you."
With that, he rounded a corner, and was gone. Somebody had to find that damn Icarus.
He looked at his fellow Vanguard, with a confused look on his face, he helped her to her feet and waved away the vanguard. He turned to scarlet "Im not going to take you.. we have both lost friends, i am sorry." he yelled as his fellow vanguard began walking away "she's been through enough.. - We have all been through enough.. " he felt frustrated, he motioned for the cart "Where are you headed? away from here a presume?"
Scarlet:
As confused as she was, she could not let this throw her off of her mission, had about to give up, She realizes that she must find another squad and lead them.
"F*** off, If you don't want me to die, Vanguard, You shouldn't have let me lose."
And with that her grapple waist hook thing shoots her off onto buildings soon enough very far from the horse drawn cart. "That man... So stupid for kissing me. Im so stupid for letting him live af... Why did I let him live?"
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<- Corporal Jade Iren Buckley
"You don't get to be in charge of a group dedicated to taking down titans, by fleeing from the targets. You get them by staining your best pair of pants and killing. The only problem I have is, The stains aren't blood."
Stepping away from the scene, he looked down at the nasty gash on his leg, his bandages were soaked with blood, he got on the cart and rode into the distance, this wound it ached now, to the point where he could barely move his leg, he would die if he returned to the battlefield.
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Rowan watched as the remaining Ornavians were put to the sword. Some of the more valiant ones stood there ground, despite the insurmountable odds and were promptly slain. Others fled to the lowlands and deserted, the rest of them, however, fell back to the gates, awaiting orders. They were visibly shaken, and it is noticeable that the people would love nothing more but to fall back. A fireball landing inches away from the land they stood upon only further intimidated them; they were told that reinforcements were not expected. A voice was be heard on one of the Ornavian loudspeakers equipped on one of the ISEV's.
"Units! Fall back! We need to regroup!".
The voice souded uneasy, but the Elbrians needed to continue on. Rowan, calling his horse and mounting it, shouted in a crisp, commanding tone.
"Men, Forward! Secure the area and drive them out of the courtyard!"
~~~
Current events happening out of battle:
Rumors of a new Ornavian superweapon are released into the public.
Elbrian breakthrough in thaumaturgic airship technology. Energy barriers developed for air-to-air combat.
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Blood-stained, wounded, and exhausted to the bone, Marcus groaned as he heard the orders passed along his fellow Warsworn. They were to press the assault, wiping out any remaining Ovarian forces. Marcus could see no use in defeating such a weakened opponent, but he surged to his feet anyway, waving away the medic tending to his leg. Still a bit unsteady on his feet, nevertheless the healer's magic had worked wonders, repairing the torn muscle and tendons caused by the bullet's path. Rubbing away the dull ache that was all that remained of the wound, Marcus forced a smile, shouldering the Icarus.
He had found his prized contraption clutched in the hands of a dieing Ornavian, coughing blood and hugging the device close to his chest. Apparently, the prize had been hard won. Regardless, Marcus had approached the man, wincing as he went to his knees, his blue eyes meeting the muddy, flickering brown of the Ornavian. The wounded man grew fearful, then, struggling to find a weapon. Marcus had put a stop to that little endeavor, pressing his knife against the throat of the soldier and reaching over to take his hand. A moment's hesitation passed between the two, before Marcus rammed his blade underneath the jaw of his foe, piercing his brain and ending his agony.
The shouts of the Warsworn shook him from his thoughts; They were on the move. Sighing, Marcus futilely attempted to wipe the blood from his face, before spreading the wings of the Icarus and once more launching into the sky.
Scarlet:
Once again seeing marcus, She witnesses him commit an act against her.
"I..."
She looks to the sky where he launches to.
She gets a running start, and when she jumps, she attaches her grapple gear to Marcus's wings.
"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!"
She said spinning around, her swords were unsheath and pointed outward perfectly, i made Scarlet look like a vortex coming at Marcus.
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<- Corporal Jade Iren Buckley
"You don't get to be in charge of a group dedicated to taking down titans, by fleeing from the targets. You get them by staining your best pair of pants and killing. The only problem I have is, The stains aren't blood."
(( Woah woah, wait a second there. If you're referring to Marcus's act of killing the soldier, that was in the past. As Cloaked has already said, the Ornavians have retreated and we're pressing the assault. So in all honesty, your character would probably be somewhere with the Ornavians force, or escape, rather than in the middle of the Warsworn vanguard, where Marcus is. Sorry for not clearing that up.))
(( Woah woah, wait a second there. If you're referring to Marcus's act of killing the soldier, that was in the past. As Cloaked has already said, the Ornavians have retreated and we're pressing the assault. So in all honesty, your character would probably be somewhere with the Ornavians force, or escape, rather than in the middle of the Warsworn vanguard, where Marcus is. Sorry for not clearing that up.))
((Eheh yeah you could have been a bit clearer. Becuase Now I have to edit. And dear god I hate having to edit. ALSO. Scarlet is hard to get ALSO ALSO, She has no clue where the others have regrouped, She is sorta stranded, so it is indeed probable that she is lost.))
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"You don't get to be in charge of a group dedicated to taking down titans, by fleeing from the targets. You get them by staining your best pair of pants and killing. The only problem I have is, The stains aren't blood."
Personality: Quiet and tactical in battle, laid-back and calm outside of battle.
Appearance: Somewhat tall, blonde medium length hair, blue eyes. White shirt and pants, black button-up vest (always wears it unbuttoned), silver pin of a fox head worn on the right part of his vest, black shoes.
Birthplace: Ornav
Biography: Born into a wealthy family, Felix lived a comfortable life. He thought nothing could go wrong, but one day, when the hostilities started again, his parents (who were merchants) were captured by the Elbrians and Felix never heard from them again. His parents had given him a silver fox-head pin before they had left and, after that day, he always had it close by. He took some money and spent it on training in melee combat. He practiced running and acrobatics, and tried to learn marksmanship, but he was terrible at it. Finally, he practiced stealth with the indigenous wildlife until he could sneak up on even the most observant and cowardly animals. He bought a cutlass, a knife and a rifle and swore to get revenge on the Elbrians, even if it meant wiping every last one of them off the face of the planet. drakestomper
Faction: Ornavian
Faction Group: The Silver Wings of Ornav
Strengths: Amazing at melee fighting of all forms, sneaky and acrobatic, fast.
Weaknesses: Terrible at ranged combat, somewhat weak, sensitive to pain.
Other: Treasures his fox-head pin, willing to do anything to get it back. Has a cutlass (affectionately named Räven (The Fox)), a knife, and a clockwork rifle for extreme situations.
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Name: Elise Von Spiel
Age: 19
Personality: Formerly cheerful, light-hearted lass, Elise grew cold, hardened, and calculating, distrustful of many who she meets, and critical of those she is not familiar with. She remains distant and aloof, practicing general courtesy but never letting anything about herself be known. Having lost the one person she had always relied on, she transformed into a determined person, dead set on solving her own problems, becoming very harsh and hostile to those who try to interfere. Not many have breached and reawaked her softer side as of yet, and not many dare either, since the backlash has been said to be worse than the burns caused by a Drakestomper.
As depicted above, Elise is but a short girl, often found in an equally short skirt in her working clothes, complete with a heavy coat carrying various tools for rune carving, mana filtering, amplification, effect, output, and alteration, as well as being crammed in a slingbag behind her waist. A rack of swords have been attached to it as well, more often than not having to be replaced often due to the how often they break during testing, experimentation, and various field tests.
Despite this, her expertise lies in statecraft and magic, as such, rigorous physical activities still wear her out. However, her stamina and fortitude is not something to be made light of, considering the sleepless nights she spent pondering over projects as she refused help until by herself she managed to find her moments of brilliance.
Biography:
[[I’m making many presumptions here, specifically, on how the lands govern themselves, the ways of the people, little tidbits that weren’t expounded on – don’t expect too much.
Might also be taking a few liberties, if you’d notice it, good for you.]]
Elise was born into a royal house, and while not in line for ascension, was still important enough to own a fair number of lands. Snugly fitted in the southern border between Elbria and Orvan, they were always one of the first to see the new wonders the Orvan’s have wrought, and the ones honoured to return the favour themselves. A true advocate of peace between the people’s, their father, the Duke of the Southern Vales, had always put in a good word for them during various occasions when their family is summoned to court, usually for some stuck-up event which consisted of various politics that neither children cared for. That being said, Elise and her brother were both energetic children who more often than not made a fuss at ‘proper’ events, and as such had taken to mischief. An energetic pair, they mingled with both the highborn and the lowfolk, becoming knowledgeable of the ways of both, as well as suffering them a good prank every now and then. As time passed, the children grew older, and together with that they matured and learned more of the world around them.
Though birthed and raised by their tender mother, both children took to their father, a renowned Pioneer and Explorer during the days of his youth. While proper education was given to both children in a nearby school, many things were still learned from their well-aged man, as the son took upon his talents in navigation, and his daughter learned of his hobby of thaumaturgy. Often the elder would take the younger on various excursions, where he would point out to the sky and name the constellations, surprising her as they travelled by night in the nearby forest, one she believed to be a natural maze, and yet he managed to bring them out as though paths had laid themselves on the forests’ floor. Not to be outdone, however, the younger took her brother into their father’s workshop, often showing off to him her brand new projects, various toys and trinkets she made herself, relishing the look of wonder in her brother’s eyes. As both children grew, both shared with each other the knowledge they learned, forming a bond even stronger than that of their blood, a bond of trust, love, admiration, and dependence on each other.
And so, wherever her brother went, she would soon follow, and where she went, he too, would be on her trail. Even in their teen years where they parted ways, they were still fairly close to each other, as the daughter was sent to a collegiate to learn the arts, magic, and statecraft, while the boy was to learn of navigation, exploration, and art of war. In their free time, they would often meet with each other, showing each other the skills they have learned, each with their own sets to boast. Vacations were at times spent in their hometown, where her brother would teach her what he can in the art of swordplay, while she struggled to teach him about magic, in turn.
Should this not be the case, to even further, often uncharted lands they would travel, relying on each others’ skill to survive the wilderness, often running off with ample preparation before engaging in a random incursion, with her brother guiding and her magic sustaining them on their travels abroad. Often branded as an eccentric pair by the nobility in the court, they merely shrug it off, smiling and nodding at the gossip spread about them. Time soon came, and their old man passed away of old age, her brother inheriting his title and being named Duke.
It was during these trying times where they began to adjust that the ‘accidents’ happened. Summoned to court, plans were drawn up and discussed, however, in adherence to his father’s ways, her brother begged and pleaded for peace to be maintained, despite the general consensus that foul play was involved. Soon, correspondence was achieved with the governing body of Ornav, reporting a similar incident, a breach in security resulting in persons of interest being harmed. A shaky non-aggression pact was maintained, buying both nations time to settle things peacefully.
However, one day, the skies were dotted with Ornav airships, and without warning, attacks were rained on the border towns of Elbria, signalling the dusk of war. Being on the very border, Elise was among the few that suffered most, seeing familiar friends and faces perish as the bombs fell from the sky, hailing death and destruction on those below. Springing into action even amidst the chaos, her brother immediately called upon the towns people, guiding them into the tunnels beneath the manor in a desperate attempt to rescue everyone and escape. However, as the town shattered and burned from the might of the Ornav’s weapons, her brother, along with many other valiant men and women, perished that night, sacrificing themselves in order to save the rest.
Though heart-broken, filled with grief and sorrow, Elise forged on alone, unanimously taking up her brother’s mantle then and there, guiding the people through the ancient tunnels, leading them away from the danger. As daylight broke over the horizon, her people had travelled the length of the underground maze, emerging in a valley hidden beneath a ridge. There, Elbrian troops found them and brought them to safety, while the rest marched on to retrieve the bodies of those who perished to give them a proper burial, as well as to retake a key location in the war effort. By the end of the day, everything else had been a blur, barely registering for Elise anymore. A month passed, and after her grief-stricken heart had cried itself to exhaustion, Elise steeled herself and joined the war effort, vowing to avenge her brother and to lay waste to those who brought harm upon her people.
Faction: Elbrian
Faction Group: Thaumaturgists
Strengths: She has a keen mind and deft fingers, used to work very quickly even while under duress, allowing her to coordinate her body perfectly well even when under strenuous conditions. Her weaponry is usually, more often than not, carry surprises that surprise even her as well at times, an unexpected element to be added in a regular fight which she often uses to gain the upper hand.
Weaknesses: She will refuse help nine times out of ten, and especially so the more difficult the problem appears to be for her. Her stubbornness would lead her to go off and try to solve problems on her own, even if it is in direct disobedience to those in authority.
Her training in swordsmanship, like many of the newly conscripted soldiers, is a little more than a crash course in parrying and not dying. Any well seasoned veteran can tell the second her blade meets theirs that she is lacking in experience, and as a fight drags on, this becomes more apparent.
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She woke up about 10 minutes later, Bound, her hands tied. She looked for her gun and saw it was missing.
"So... What did you do to me while I slept?"
She teased. She hated the Elbrian guts, but if she could seduce him, she could easily kill him.
"You know I am not all that strong, A bit unfair for a vascular man like yourself to kick a girl as hard as you did."
Blood dripped from her mouth from the kick from earlier, She had no care to it.
Rowan roared with fury as the onslaught against the enemies continued. A man rushed up to his left, thinking that the loss of a hand would be his advantage. He was painfully mistaken as Rowan parries the blow with his claw, and smashes his head into the presumptuous enemy, knocking him unconscious. The Ornavians who saw this display were discouraged, and the Elbrians, were inspired. They carried the counter assault with fervor, eager to dig their blades into the nearby Ornavians.
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"I'll have that rifle back, thank you."
"..."
She stepped down the latter as asked to by her captor's
Is this it? Am I to die? Or am I to be taken to their prison and treated like a toy for the rest of my days?
She looked incredibly scared, Her mind going from tough badass, to a very broken, Scared, Girl, ready to give up.
They've killed all of my squad members, I hope Dericka is okay...
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She felt the sympathy that he'd given her. And she looked back to the battlefield that she was no longer in, seeing zero of her squad members. She saw one in particular, Her arm was off, And she was on the floor, Dead.
"..."
Dericka...
Scarlet cried loudly and yelled out loud throwing what seemed to be an emotional storm.
"YOU KILLED DERICKA!!!!"
She tackles him to the floor while on top of him her tears seeped onto his face
"SHE WAS LIKE A SISTER TO ME!"
she balled her fist up ready to let loose and give him hell. But she thought about the sympathy he'd extended to her. And she fell to the floor, rolling beside him, laying in the horse carriage.
"Just take me... I have nothing left. An entire squad dead..."
The tears she cried were not fake, In fact, Her sobbing was that of someone who had truly lost something dear to her.
"Dericka..."
She couldn't stop repeating her name. Thinking about boot camp with her, and all of the stories they'd tell each other to sleep at night. All the soldiers they'd killed together, to have been cut short by a death in the battle field.
As she thought of this her hed tilted to the left and she looked at her captor.
"I hate you... Kill me. Or I will find every last Elbrian that stayed alive in this battle I will kill you all."
"Besides," he said, returning his eyes to Scarlet and hobbling closer, reaching out a hand to brush the hair from her face. "I look forward to our little rematch, don't you?" Grinning wider, he traced the outline of her jaw with one finger, stopping at her lips. "And next time," he whispered, brushing his lips against hers with a strange softness. "It'll be a little more...private."
Stepping away abruptly, Marcus waved to Keaton, giving him the go-ahead to release her.
Scarlet:
Her eyes were opened wide, She had an unwilling look about her face like she was unsure.
"Y-You... What the hell? Do you want to die?"
She licked her lips slowly in a circular motion
"Tell me before I go... Do you WANT to DIE?"
Hopefully, both.
Summoning as much bravado and cockiness as he could muster, he swaggered away, still slightly lopsided due to his wound. Calling over his shoulder, he teased,
"Try not to get killed, luv. I'll be keeping an eye out for you."
With that, he rounded a corner, and was gone. Somebody had to find that damn Icarus.
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As confused as she was, she could not let this throw her off of her mission, had about to give up, She realizes that she must find another squad and lead them.
"F*** off, If you don't want me to die, Vanguard, You shouldn't have let me lose."
And with that her grapple waist hook thing shoots her off onto buildings soon enough very far from the horse drawn cart.
"That man... So stupid for kissing me. Im so stupid for letting him live af... Why did I let him live?"
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"Units! Fall back! We need to regroup!".
The voice souded uneasy, but the Elbrians needed to continue on. Rowan, calling his horse and mounting it, shouted in a crisp, commanding tone.
"Men, Forward! Secure the area and drive them out of the courtyard!"
~~~
Current events happening out of battle:
Rumors of a new Ornavian superweapon are released into the public.
Elbrian breakthrough in thaumaturgic airship technology. Energy barriers developed for air-to-air combat.
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He had found his prized contraption clutched in the hands of a dieing Ornavian, coughing blood and hugging the device close to his chest. Apparently, the prize had been hard won. Regardless, Marcus had approached the man, wincing as he went to his knees, his blue eyes meeting the muddy, flickering brown of the Ornavian. The wounded man grew fearful, then, struggling to find a weapon. Marcus had put a stop to that little endeavor, pressing his knife against the throat of the soldier and reaching over to take his hand. A moment's hesitation passed between the two, before Marcus rammed his blade underneath the jaw of his foe, piercing his brain and ending his agony.
The shouts of the Warsworn shook him from his thoughts; They were on the move. Sighing, Marcus futilely attempted to wipe the blood from his face, before spreading the wings of the Icarus and once more launching into the sky.
Once again seeing marcus, She witnesses him commit an act against her.
"I..."
She looks to the sky where he launches to.
She gets a running start, and when she jumps, she attaches her grapple gear to Marcus's wings.
"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!"
She said spinning around, her swords were unsheath and pointed outward perfectly, i made Scarlet look like a vortex coming at Marcus.
((Eheh yeah you could have been a bit clearer. Becuase Now I have to edit. And dear god I hate having to edit. ALSO. Scarlet is hard to get ALSO ALSO, She has no clue where the others have regrouped, She is sorta stranded, so it is indeed probable that she is lost.))
Age: 24
Personality: Quiet and tactical in battle, laid-back and calm outside of battle.
Appearance: Somewhat tall, blonde medium length hair, blue eyes. White shirt and pants, black button-up vest (always wears it unbuttoned), silver pin of a fox head worn on the right part of his vest, black shoes.
Birthplace: Ornav
Biography: Born into a wealthy family, Felix lived a comfortable life. He thought nothing could go wrong, but one day, when the hostilities started again, his parents (who were merchants) were captured by the Elbrians and Felix never heard from them again. His parents had given him a silver fox-head pin before they had left and, after that day, he always had it close by. He took some money and spent it on training in melee combat. He practiced running and acrobatics, and tried to learn marksmanship, but he was terrible at it. Finally, he practiced stealth with the indigenous wildlife until he could sneak up on even the most observant and cowardly animals. He bought a cutlass, a knife and a rifle and swore to get revenge on the Elbrians, even if it meant wiping every last one of them off the face of the planet.
drakestomper
Faction: Ornavian
Faction Group: The Silver Wings of Ornav
Strengths: Amazing at melee fighting of all forms, sneaky and acrobatic, fast.
Weaknesses: Terrible at ranged combat, somewhat weak, sensitive to pain.
Other: Treasures his fox-head pin, willing to do anything to get it back. Has a cutlass (affectionately named Räven (The Fox)), a knife, and a clockwork rifle for extreme situations.
For the Fox Empire!
-Me
Age: 19
Personality: Formerly cheerful, light-hearted lass, Elise grew cold, hardened, and calculating, distrustful of many who she meets, and critical of those she is not familiar with. She remains distant and aloof, practicing general courtesy but never letting anything about herself be known. Having lost the one person she had always relied on, she transformed into a determined person, dead set on solving her own problems, becoming very harsh and hostile to those who try to interfere. Not many have breached and reawaked her softer side as of yet, and not many dare either, since the backlash has been said to be worse than the burns caused by a Drakestomper.
As depicted above, Elise is but a short girl, often found in an equally short skirt in her working clothes, complete with a heavy coat carrying various tools for rune carving, mana filtering, amplification, effect, output, and alteration, as well as being crammed in a slingbag behind her waist. A rack of swords have been attached to it as well, more often than not having to be replaced often due to the how often they break during testing, experimentation, and various field tests.
Despite this, her expertise lies in statecraft and magic, as such, rigorous physical activities still wear her out. However, her stamina and fortitude is not something to be made light of, considering the sleepless nights she spent pondering over projects as she refused help until by herself she managed to find her moments of brilliance.
Biography:
[[I’m making many presumptions here, specifically, on how the lands govern themselves, the ways of the people, little tidbits that weren’t expounded on – don’t expect too much.
Might also be taking a few liberties, if you’d notice it, good for you.]]
Elise was born into a royal house, and while not in line for ascension, was still important enough to own a fair number of lands. Snugly fitted in the southern border between Elbria and Orvan, they were always one of the first to see the new wonders the Orvan’s have wrought, and the ones honoured to return the favour themselves. A true advocate of peace between the people’s, their father, the Duke of the Southern Vales, had always put in a good word for them during various occasions when their family is summoned to court, usually for some stuck-up event which consisted of various politics that neither children cared for. That being said, Elise and her brother were both energetic children who more often than not made a fuss at ‘proper’ events, and as such had taken to mischief. An energetic pair, they mingled with both the highborn and the lowfolk, becoming knowledgeable of the ways of both, as well as suffering them a good prank every now and then. As time passed, the children grew older, and together with that they matured and learned more of the world around them.
Though birthed and raised by their tender mother, both children took to their father, a renowned Pioneer and Explorer during the days of his youth. While proper education was given to both children in a nearby school, many things were still learned from their well-aged man, as the son took upon his talents in navigation, and his daughter learned of his hobby of thaumaturgy. Often the elder would take the younger on various excursions, where he would point out to the sky and name the constellations, surprising her as they travelled by night in the nearby forest, one she believed to be a natural maze, and yet he managed to bring them out as though paths had laid themselves on the forests’ floor. Not to be outdone, however, the younger took her brother into their father’s workshop, often showing off to him her brand new projects, various toys and trinkets she made herself, relishing the look of wonder in her brother’s eyes. As both children grew, both shared with each other the knowledge they learned, forming a bond even stronger than that of their blood, a bond of trust, love, admiration, and dependence on each other.
And so, wherever her brother went, she would soon follow, and where she went, he too, would be on her trail. Even in their teen years where they parted ways, they were still fairly close to each other, as the daughter was sent to a collegiate to learn the arts, magic, and statecraft, while the boy was to learn of navigation, exploration, and art of war. In their free time, they would often meet with each other, showing each other the skills they have learned, each with their own sets to boast. Vacations were at times spent in their hometown, where her brother would teach her what he can in the art of swordplay, while she struggled to teach him about magic, in turn.
Should this not be the case, to even further, often uncharted lands they would travel, relying on each others’ skill to survive the wilderness, often running off with ample preparation before engaging in a random incursion, with her brother guiding and her magic sustaining them on their travels abroad. Often branded as an eccentric pair by the nobility in the court, they merely shrug it off, smiling and nodding at the gossip spread about them. Time soon came, and their old man passed away of old age, her brother inheriting his title and being named Duke.
It was during these trying times where they began to adjust that the ‘accidents’ happened. Summoned to court, plans were drawn up and discussed, however, in adherence to his father’s ways, her brother begged and pleaded for peace to be maintained, despite the general consensus that foul play was involved. Soon, correspondence was achieved with the governing body of Ornav, reporting a similar incident, a breach in security resulting in persons of interest being harmed. A shaky non-aggression pact was maintained, buying both nations time to settle things peacefully.
However, one day, the skies were dotted with Ornav airships, and without warning, attacks were rained on the border towns of Elbria, signalling the dusk of war. Being on the very border, Elise was among the few that suffered most, seeing familiar friends and faces perish as the bombs fell from the sky, hailing death and destruction on those below. Springing into action even amidst the chaos, her brother immediately called upon the towns people, guiding them into the tunnels beneath the manor in a desperate attempt to rescue everyone and escape. However, as the town shattered and burned from the might of the Ornav’s weapons, her brother, along with many other valiant men and women, perished that night, sacrificing themselves in order to save the rest.
Though heart-broken, filled with grief and sorrow, Elise forged on alone, unanimously taking up her brother’s mantle then and there, guiding the people through the ancient tunnels, leading them away from the danger. As daylight broke over the horizon, her people had travelled the length of the underground maze, emerging in a valley hidden beneath a ridge. There, Elbrian troops found them and brought them to safety, while the rest marched on to retrieve the bodies of those who perished to give them a proper burial, as well as to retake a key location in the war effort. By the end of the day, everything else had been a blur, barely registering for Elise anymore. A month passed, and after her grief-stricken heart had cried itself to exhaustion, Elise steeled herself and joined the war effort, vowing to avenge her brother and to lay waste to those who brought harm upon her people.
Faction: Elbrian
Faction Group: Thaumaturgists
Strengths: She has a keen mind and deft fingers, used to work very quickly even while under duress, allowing her to coordinate her body perfectly well even when under strenuous conditions. Her weaponry is usually, more often than not, carry surprises that surprise even her as well at times, an unexpected element to be added in a regular fight which she often uses to gain the upper hand.
Weaknesses: She will refuse help nine times out of ten, and especially so the more difficult the problem appears to be for her. Her stubbornness would lead her to go off and try to solve problems on her own, even if it is in direct disobedience to those in authority.
Her training in swordsmanship, like many of the newly conscripted soldiers, is a little more than a crash course in parrying and not dying. Any well seasoned veteran can tell the second her blade meets theirs that she is lacking in experience, and as a fight drags on, this becomes more apparent.
Other:
Nah.I didn't think 1448 words was that much :SSometimes I wonder if it's all too easy.
Lying, cheating, stealing your way to victory.
Though just how far would you fall for a dream?