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[CHAR] The Archon Resonance (Reboot!)
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HylianRose Defender of Hyrule
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"I am but the instrument through which the ECHO resounds."
(Image is a placeholder until an image is made for the Harp.)
Name: Unknown, Alias: The Harp
Age: Unknown, has been the Harp for 4 years.
Human/Feren: Unknown (Rumored to be human.)
Nationality: Unknown
Religion: Unknown
Appearance: Unknown, is always seen wearing the traditional Harp garb. (Will be described in more permanent detail when image has been created.)
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Role: The 'Harp' of ECHO.
Font: Unknown (Rumored to have "Seer" font which allows one to 'see' an event occurring from a distance (both in time and space))
Color: Gold
Weapon: N/A
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Personality: The Harp is what a Harp is meant to be, a husk. They do don't show much emotion besides a gentle warmth from which one would get from a loving mother. The Harp seems to know more than they let on and can often be seen as a bit of a know-it-all. Many of ECHOs hunters have yelled at the Harp for withholding information from them. The Harps before this one have all been the same and it's rumored that they simply keep cloning the same man.
Background: Unknown
Theme Song: Little Wonders - Rob Thomas
Let it in...
Let your clarity define you
in the end...
GM
HylianRose Defender of Hyrule
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Isabelline "Eagle" Carter
"Reality continues to ruin my life."
-Bill Watterson
"SHAE. FUCKING. ARCA. IS MY CAPTAIN. OH MY GOD!"
-Isa
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Age: 20
Race: Feren: Bald Eagle
Nationality: Barallian
Religion: Children of Gala
Appearance: Isa is of small build and is relatively short, standing at a tiny 5' even. Her soft blonde hair is often pulled up into a pony tail for functionality's sake. Her eyes are a dark shade of brown, almost maroon in hue and are big for her relative size. Her wings are muted earth tones; gray, brown, and white.
Role: Archer/Fighter (Blades)
Font: Mirror - Isa has the ability to reflect light as well as attacks. In other words, she's the queen of energy ball tennis. She can also use this ability to confuse and otherwise keep her foes at bay. It helps with her stealth and her evasion.
Color: Isabelline
Weapon: Lithilum - A crossbow that can turn into and function as two separate sickle weapons. The weapon itself has 4 compartments where Res can be stored and put to use. The hilts of the two sickles can store Res and the Res can be used to apply certain effects to her sickles and allow her to use the powers of the Res. The other two compartments are found in the bulk of her crossbow, two under the reservoir for the bolts of her crossbow.
Twin Sickles: With the click of a button, her crossbow can split into two halves and become her twin sickle weapons. The handle separates and shifts to allow Isa to hold the twin weapons comfortably. The blades shift and rotate to bend outward from her arm, the blade side pointed out. She can click a different button to release the lock on the blades and swivel them forward so that the blade side points toward her back. (A drawing will be made because this description sucks.
Personality: Isa is an interesting character and not like most Ferens, at least, not like the typical generalized Feren. She is very accepting of almost anyone, provided they are kind and their intentions are pure. At the surface, Isa seems very bright and cheerful, always smiling and playing around. However, underneath that facade is a very frail and frightened little girl, desperately trying to cling to what little she has left in life. She is very afraid of suddenly losing everything all at once.
In combat, Isa is very playful, preferring to make a game out of everything. However, when someone does something to Isa or her friends, she gets very serious and angry. She does not take back-stabbing lightly and enjoys the company of loyal and lighthearted people. She is very understanding and will do whatever is within her power to protect and respect her friends.
Background: As an orphan, Isa became accustomed to loss, having lost her family very suddenly and being moved from household to household never helped. However, instead of living in fear and depression, Isa chooses to live each day as if it would be the best day of her life. She joined Echo within the first few years it was created, wanting to find some way to put herself to use rather than wasting away in sorrow. She is very close to most members of Echo, the ones that enjoy her company for more than an hour. Most people consider her to be rather obnoxious and annoying as she doesn't quite know when to shut up and listen.
Another reason for Isa's joining of Echo was to protect her 'family' at Nanny's, a small orphanage run in the outskirts of the country of Barallia. With the recent attacks, Isa began losing many of the children she called her brothers and sisters, prompting her to join Echo in an effort to save them in some way. Now, because of her services, a few Echo members, those that are unable to join in the hunting, have offered to protect this place for Isa.
Theme Song: Bigger Than Love - My Favorite Highway
Nobody here is perfectly fine
A delicate frame, a fragile design
If there's a hole in your heart
You gotta pull it together
It takes the courage to start
But now is better than never
It takes a push and a shove
Somehow it's never enough
And it's alarming how quickly we forget that
Nothing's bigger than love
"Reality continues to ruin my life."
-Bill Watterson
"SHAE. FUCKING. ARCA. IS MY CAPTAIN. OH MY GOD!"
-Isa
Disclaimer: Image does not belong to me. If it belongs to you or someone you know, let me know I will give full credit and/or take it down at request.
Age: 20
Race: Feren: Bald Eagle
Nationality: Barallian
Religion: Children of Gala
Appearance: Isa is of small build and is relatively short, standing at a tiny 5' even. Her soft blonde hair is often pulled up into a pony tail for functionality's sake. Her eyes are a dark shade of brown, almost maroon in hue and are big for her relative size. Her wings are muted earth tones; gray, brown, and white.
Role: Archer/Fighter (Blades)
Font: Mirror - Isa has the ability to reflect light as well as attacks. In other words, she's the queen of energy ball tennis. She can also use this ability to confuse and otherwise keep her foes at bay. It helps with her stealth and her evasion.
Color: Isabelline
Weapon: Lithilum - A crossbow that can turn into and function as two separate sickle weapons. The weapon itself has 4 compartments where Res can be stored and put to use. The hilts of the two sickles can store Res and the Res can be used to apply certain effects to her sickles and allow her to use the powers of the Res. The other two compartments are found in the bulk of her crossbow, two under the reservoir for the bolts of her crossbow.
Twin Sickles: With the click of a button, her crossbow can split into two halves and become her twin sickle weapons. The handle separates and shifts to allow Isa to hold the twin weapons comfortably. The blades shift and rotate to bend outward from her arm, the blade side pointed out. She can click a different button to release the lock on the blades and swivel them forward so that the blade side points toward her back. (A drawing will be made because this description sucks.
Personality: Isa is an interesting character and not like most Ferens, at least, not like the typical generalized Feren. She is very accepting of almost anyone, provided they are kind and their intentions are pure. At the surface, Isa seems very bright and cheerful, always smiling and playing around. However, underneath that facade is a very frail and frightened little girl, desperately trying to cling to what little she has left in life. She is very afraid of suddenly losing everything all at once.
In combat, Isa is very playful, preferring to make a game out of everything. However, when someone does something to Isa or her friends, she gets very serious and angry. She does not take back-stabbing lightly and enjoys the company of loyal and lighthearted people. She is very understanding and will do whatever is within her power to protect and respect her friends.
Background: As an orphan, Isa became accustomed to loss, having lost her family very suddenly and being moved from household to household never helped. However, instead of living in fear and depression, Isa chooses to live each day as if it would be the best day of her life. She joined Echo within the first few years it was created, wanting to find some way to put herself to use rather than wasting away in sorrow. She is very close to most members of Echo, the ones that enjoy her company for more than an hour. Most people consider her to be rather obnoxious and annoying as she doesn't quite know when to shut up and listen.
Another reason for Isa's joining of Echo was to protect her 'family' at Nanny's, a small orphanage run in the outskirts of the country of Barallia. With the recent attacks, Isa began losing many of the children she called her brothers and sisters, prompting her to join Echo in an effort to save them in some way. Now, because of her services, a few Echo members, those that are unable to join in the hunting, have offered to protect this place for Isa.
Theme Song: Bigger Than Love - My Favorite Highway
Nobody here is perfectly fine
A delicate frame, a fragile design
If there's a hole in your heart
You gotta pull it together
It takes the courage to start
But now is better than never
It takes a push and a shove
Somehow it's never enough
And it's alarming how quickly we forget that
Nothing's bigger than love
Whoami All things atmospheric...
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Shae Arca
"So long as I am on watch, the Lost will not gain any ground. I am the will of Echo, I am Shae Arca."
Age
38
Race
Human
Nationality
Shindan
Religion
Children of Gala
Appearance
Shae has a body that any career soldier would have. There are some scars here and there that tell tales of previous battles. She prefers to keep her hair back in a pony tail so as to not get in the way during combat.
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Role
Captain; Strategist
Font
Ethereal Shift
Shae can shift small items she touches to become ethereal. In doing so, Shae can store arrows and other items in the ethereal plane, making them weightless and out of the way until needed. Simply put, Shae has access to a pocket dimension.
Color
Gold
Weapon
Shae wields an ornate saber of Shindani make, the edge of the blade is made of resonant so that it can use elemental properties like fire or ice. Shae also uses a small buckler shield that also doubles as a wrist mounted crossbow.
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Personality
Shae is an honorable and proud Shindani Captain who highly values respect and loyalty. She is kind to those who treat her the same way. However, Shae is also very blunt and straight to the point at times. She sees hints and cryptic messages as wastes of time. This gives her a bit of a steely tone about her. She is firm and deliberate with her words. Just like her Shindani people, Shae never stands down from a challenge. When in combat, she uses her peoples' natural talent for strategic excellence to outsmart her foe and her pure combat prowess to overpower them. She prefers a quick and direct combat style with her saber, usually backing her opponent into a position that leaves them at a disadvantage. Shae isn't a total hard-ass though, she enjoys spending time with her cohorts and playing the strategic Shindani game 'Fleet'. Shae can't stand disrespect, even when her friends disrespect their enemies. In Shindani culture, respecting your enemy is the first step to defeating them. Shae loves the open ocean and sailing, during free time, you can almost always find her near a body of water. She is a firm believer of Gala and her endeavors, and often prays to the starmother for guidance. Shae is a world renowned huntress and usually doesn't like being fawned over constantly. She tends to avoid heavily populated areas and if she is forced to go through one, she is usually trying not to stand out.
Background
Shae was born aboard a Shindani battleship. Her father was the captain of the ship and her mother was one of the marine troops assigned to the ship. She was raised aboard the battleship, never setting foot on land until the age of eight years old. After spending so much time on the water, living a life accustomed to the ebb and flow of the sea, walking on solid earth was a bit of a task for Shae. She got used to it a month later. She lived on the island with her parents until she was seventeen, of age to join the Shindan Navy and carry on the line of her parents.
Shae started in the navy as a mere marine. She was trained in the traditional ranged warfare of ship to ship battle tactics, learning how to use firearms, bows, crossbows and even more exotic weapons. Her swordfighting was also taught to her during her training, in case her ship was ever boarded. But while Shae was good at combat, it wasn't where she excelled. Shae showed incredible tactical aptitude and even bested her instructors in games of Fleet and in training skirmishes on the water. This caught the eye of the Senate and she was quickly elevated to command. After her training, Shae was already in the captain's seat to a small corvette class ship. The corvette was a new design for Shindani vessels that used wind and water resonant to propel it forward instead of sails. The design attributed to its blinding speeds and maneuverability, it was named the Golden Dragon. Shae, her nine person crew and the Golden Dragon were assigned for a small patrol fleet on Shindan's border.
While patrolling along the border, a category four wrath burst from the water and split the fleet's command ship in two, claiming it for the depths. The Lost was serpentine, like it was the mad spirit of a long dead sea dragon. It weaved around the fleet, claiming the biggest ships but leaving the small, inconsequential corvettes. As the fleet was decimated and the chain of command was shattered, Shae took the initiative and claimed command of the group of four corvettes. The captains of the other ships were worried that the 17 year old was going to get them all killed. Shae knew that the Lost was going to hit her ship next because it had the largest amount of resonant in it compared to the other corvettes. Using her ship's superior speed and maneuverability, she made the Lost chase her, weaving in and out of places that the massive Lost couldn't get into. The other nimble corvettes used their small array of resonant cannons arms with yellow resonant to strike at the beast and electrify the water around it. When it was stunned, the Golden Dragon turned and went full speed ahead at the Lost's head. The corvette's forward cannons opened fire with explosive red resonant to break through its hard scales. When they got close, the bladed tip of the corvette rammed into the soft spot of the Lost's head. Shae then climbed onto the beast and finished it off herself.
When she returned with the skull of the massive Lost in tow, she was celebrated as a hero. She was offered her choice for a reward, Shae asked that Grisman Blint take her Golden Dragon and improve on the design. Grisman Blint was Shindan's greatest shipwright. A month later, her prize was given to her. The Golden Dragon was equipped with another resonant engine, the hull streamlined to cut through the water and waves better. The cannons were on turrets so they could fire and better angles and the bladed prow was tipped with resonant so ramming could be done with elemental effects. The armor was replaced with lighter weight but more durable metals with a golden finish on it to attribute to its name.
Shae then returned to the sea with her new and improved Golden Dragon, using it to combat against the Lost and pirates that thought they could take on a small corvette. Over the years, Shae garnered herself quite the reputation. Many Shindani people challenged her to games of Fleet, sword duels, marksmanship contests and ship to ship skirmishes, all of them lost to her prowess. Shae was also confronted with many marriage proposals and gifts from nobles, but she always turned them away while saying, "Beat me on the water and I will marry you.", in hindsight that might not have been a good idea as she is still single.
When word got out that an organization called Echo was looking for champions and heroes to combat against the Lost, the 21 year old Shae and her crew stepped up to the opportunity. They were among the first handful people to join. Many of the others were Tarcan warriors wanting to prove their metal or Barallians trying to escape feren discrimination. None of them really knew about the distant Shindan people and their ways. Shae was the only woman in the first group, and the warriors all looked down at her, oblivious to her reputation and completely unaware that she was the only one of them to have killed a Lost. Echo's first battle against the Lost was, luckily for Shae, in the Tarcan sea. She had an airship lift her Golden Dragon into the waters. This time, it wasn't a single lost, but many. The lost were emerging from the shore, many of them looked like ningen spirits and strange humanoid fish creatures. While the hunters fought on the shore, Shae and her crew were firing from the Golden Dragon with cannons and firearms, killing the larger Lost while the hunters on the shore did battle with the smaller ones. If it wasn't for the heavy cannons aboard the Golden Dragon, the battle would have ended terribly fast as the larger category Lost moved out of the waters.
That first battle proved to the world that Echo was exactly what was needed to fight against the Lost. Since then, Shae's reputation has carried across Chroma along with every successful battle.
Theme Song: There Is No Other (Degenesis Mix) - TobiasLilja
"Wake up. It's time to stand up tall. Dry lips in dead wind. There is no other."
"So long as I am on watch, the Lost will not gain any ground. I am the will of Echo, I am Shae Arca."
Age
38
Race
Human
Nationality
Shindan
Religion
Children of Gala
Appearance
Shae has a body that any career soldier would have. There are some scars here and there that tell tales of previous battles. She prefers to keep her hair back in a pony tail so as to not get in the way during combat.
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Role
Captain; Strategist
Font
Ethereal Shift
Shae can shift small items she touches to become ethereal. In doing so, Shae can store arrows and other items in the ethereal plane, making them weightless and out of the way until needed. Simply put, Shae has access to a pocket dimension.
Color
Gold
Weapon
Shae wields an ornate saber of Shindani make, the edge of the blade is made of resonant so that it can use elemental properties like fire or ice. Shae also uses a small buckler shield that also doubles as a wrist mounted crossbow.
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Personality
Shae is an honorable and proud Shindani Captain who highly values respect and loyalty. She is kind to those who treat her the same way. However, Shae is also very blunt and straight to the point at times. She sees hints and cryptic messages as wastes of time. This gives her a bit of a steely tone about her. She is firm and deliberate with her words. Just like her Shindani people, Shae never stands down from a challenge. When in combat, she uses her peoples' natural talent for strategic excellence to outsmart her foe and her pure combat prowess to overpower them. She prefers a quick and direct combat style with her saber, usually backing her opponent into a position that leaves them at a disadvantage. Shae isn't a total hard-ass though, she enjoys spending time with her cohorts and playing the strategic Shindani game 'Fleet'. Shae can't stand disrespect, even when her friends disrespect their enemies. In Shindani culture, respecting your enemy is the first step to defeating them. Shae loves the open ocean and sailing, during free time, you can almost always find her near a body of water. She is a firm believer of Gala and her endeavors, and often prays to the starmother for guidance. Shae is a world renowned huntress and usually doesn't like being fawned over constantly. She tends to avoid heavily populated areas and if she is forced to go through one, she is usually trying not to stand out.
Background
Shae was born aboard a Shindani battleship. Her father was the captain of the ship and her mother was one of the marine troops assigned to the ship. She was raised aboard the battleship, never setting foot on land until the age of eight years old. After spending so much time on the water, living a life accustomed to the ebb and flow of the sea, walking on solid earth was a bit of a task for Shae. She got used to it a month later. She lived on the island with her parents until she was seventeen, of age to join the Shindan Navy and carry on the line of her parents.
Shae started in the navy as a mere marine. She was trained in the traditional ranged warfare of ship to ship battle tactics, learning how to use firearms, bows, crossbows and even more exotic weapons. Her swordfighting was also taught to her during her training, in case her ship was ever boarded. But while Shae was good at combat, it wasn't where she excelled. Shae showed incredible tactical aptitude and even bested her instructors in games of Fleet and in training skirmishes on the water. This caught the eye of the Senate and she was quickly elevated to command. After her training, Shae was already in the captain's seat to a small corvette class ship. The corvette was a new design for Shindani vessels that used wind and water resonant to propel it forward instead of sails. The design attributed to its blinding speeds and maneuverability, it was named the Golden Dragon. Shae, her nine person crew and the Golden Dragon were assigned for a small patrol fleet on Shindan's border.
While patrolling along the border, a category four wrath burst from the water and split the fleet's command ship in two, claiming it for the depths. The Lost was serpentine, like it was the mad spirit of a long dead sea dragon. It weaved around the fleet, claiming the biggest ships but leaving the small, inconsequential corvettes. As the fleet was decimated and the chain of command was shattered, Shae took the initiative and claimed command of the group of four corvettes. The captains of the other ships were worried that the 17 year old was going to get them all killed. Shae knew that the Lost was going to hit her ship next because it had the largest amount of resonant in it compared to the other corvettes. Using her ship's superior speed and maneuverability, she made the Lost chase her, weaving in and out of places that the massive Lost couldn't get into. The other nimble corvettes used their small array of resonant cannons arms with yellow resonant to strike at the beast and electrify the water around it. When it was stunned, the Golden Dragon turned and went full speed ahead at the Lost's head. The corvette's forward cannons opened fire with explosive red resonant to break through its hard scales. When they got close, the bladed tip of the corvette rammed into the soft spot of the Lost's head. Shae then climbed onto the beast and finished it off herself.
When she returned with the skull of the massive Lost in tow, she was celebrated as a hero. She was offered her choice for a reward, Shae asked that Grisman Blint take her Golden Dragon and improve on the design. Grisman Blint was Shindan's greatest shipwright. A month later, her prize was given to her. The Golden Dragon was equipped with another resonant engine, the hull streamlined to cut through the water and waves better. The cannons were on turrets so they could fire and better angles and the bladed prow was tipped with resonant so ramming could be done with elemental effects. The armor was replaced with lighter weight but more durable metals with a golden finish on it to attribute to its name.
Shae then returned to the sea with her new and improved Golden Dragon, using it to combat against the Lost and pirates that thought they could take on a small corvette. Over the years, Shae garnered herself quite the reputation. Many Shindani people challenged her to games of Fleet, sword duels, marksmanship contests and ship to ship skirmishes, all of them lost to her prowess. Shae was also confronted with many marriage proposals and gifts from nobles, but she always turned them away while saying, "Beat me on the water and I will marry you.", in hindsight that might not have been a good idea as she is still single.
When word got out that an organization called Echo was looking for champions and heroes to combat against the Lost, the 21 year old Shae and her crew stepped up to the opportunity. They were among the first handful people to join. Many of the others were Tarcan warriors wanting to prove their metal or Barallians trying to escape feren discrimination. None of them really knew about the distant Shindan people and their ways. Shae was the only woman in the first group, and the warriors all looked down at her, oblivious to her reputation and completely unaware that she was the only one of them to have killed a Lost. Echo's first battle against the Lost was, luckily for Shae, in the Tarcan sea. She had an airship lift her Golden Dragon into the waters. This time, it wasn't a single lost, but many. The lost were emerging from the shore, many of them looked like ningen spirits and strange humanoid fish creatures. While the hunters fought on the shore, Shae and her crew were firing from the Golden Dragon with cannons and firearms, killing the larger Lost while the hunters on the shore did battle with the smaller ones. If it wasn't for the heavy cannons aboard the Golden Dragon, the battle would have ended terribly fast as the larger category Lost moved out of the waters.
That first battle proved to the world that Echo was exactly what was needed to fight against the Lost. Since then, Shae's reputation has carried across Chroma along with every successful battle.
Theme Song: There Is No Other (Degenesis Mix) - TobiasLilja
"Wake up. It's time to stand up tall. Dry lips in dead wind. There is no other."
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"You know, sometimes I just wish I was a normal human, without any cool abilities or Huntress career or anything that makes you unique or...wow, even I can't finish that with a straight face."
Name: Sylvia Sterling
Age: 33
Human/Feren: Feren (Chrysocyon brachyurus (Maned Wolf) type) (The maned wolf is its own species, not technically a wolf or a fox. From South America, it can run very swifly with its long legs, and its vocalization is called a "roar-bark". Sylvia has retained the mane, the tall figure (it is the tallest of any canine), the large ears, and (most interestingly), the roar-bark, which she can do at will.)
Nationality: Tarcan
Religion: Omnigaia Pact
Appearance: Because of Sylvia's Chrysocyon side, her most prominent feature is her long, slender legs, which are of the type and length usually reserved for generously-proportioned anime girls. Were it not covered in knee-length dresses that extend all the way to the top of her neck (like the one in her picture) nearly always, it would be more obvious that her body was no slouch either - well-proportioned and very (almost too) slender.
Perhaps equally as noticeable as Sylvia's legs is her voluptuous silver hair, which is absurdly long. Were it let down and not in her usual extravagant ponytail, the hair would nearly touch the ground. Her face is soft and inviting, but the pointed chin hints at the sarcastic brain that lies underneath.
Sylvia's audible appearance, when not playing the violin or roar-barking, consists of a complex, velvety smooth contralto voice that rarely gets loud outside of combat.
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Role: Reconnaissance/Long Range Support
Font: Tilt
Sylvia's font is a limited form of gravity manipulation, primarily focused on personal gravity manipulation via floortilting. Sylvia can traverse any surface, no matter the direction, with ease, and is a multiplanal parkour/free-running expert.
Color: Silver
Weapon: Violono Della Guerra. Usually just referred to as "Della Guerra", the weapon's title literally means "violin of war." In combat, the weapon is a sniper rifle and a rapier with a five-foot blade, but out of combat the rifle turns into a beautiful silver violin and the rapier turns into the instrument's bow. The violin does not have a soundbox; instead, it appears much like an elaborate electric violin, with the soundbox being emulated by Resonant embedded in the body. The sniper rifle can fire any type of Resonant ammunition to cause various effects, and although bolt action can be fired very quickly by a skilled user in a non-sniping situation.
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Personality: Usually reserved. Dignifyingly lighthearted, without ever sacrificing her mental focus and collectedness. Sarcastic and cynical, but usually not in a negative way. Acts in combat as if she was just having a casual chat - her state of mind doesn't change at all from eating lunch to parrying with a deadly foe, which is both unsettling for others and beneficial to her, as she never becomes tense or loses focus.
Background: Born and raised on the coast of the Tarcan Sea, Sylvia's childhood was filled with struggle...but not bad struggle. Her parents were both frequently gone to fight a war, so she had to learn to cope with Tarcanis' harsh living conditions on her own. But learn she did, and she was soon able to discern exactly how her geneology made her different from her human friends. She knew there were other ferens out there, but she never knew any, and not all humans she encountered were kind to her. However, she was welcomed and accepted in the local area where she lived, and was educated in academics, combat, and music. By the time she was recruited into Echo, she had become a warrior worthy of the Tarcan nation, and one ready to tackle any foe with her violin in hand.
Theme Song: Dance Me to the End of Love - Madeleine Peyroux
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
chukklehed Sorcerer Supreme with a medium rootbeer
Member
Seen
7 yrs ago
"Oh, sorry, you looked like you were having so much fun. I didn't want to interrupt."
Disclaimer: Image does not belong to me. If it belongs to you or someone you know, let me know I will give full credit and/or take it down at request.
Disclaimer: Disclaimer does not belong to me. If it belongs to you or someone you know, let me know I will give full credit and/or take it down at request.
Name: Shibon Grade
Age: 24
Human/Feren: Human
Nationality: Shindan
Religion: Child of Gala
Appearance: Shibon's left arm is a custom robotic prosthetic.
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Role: Scout/Ambassador
Font: Resonant Sense - Shibon's font enhances her sight and hearing many times over the human norm, and even past most Feren. It also gives her an innate sense for any nearby Resonant, which becomes more detailed the closer she is.
Color: Cyan
Weapon: Shibon carries a modified sighted rifle capable of firing Resonant rounds. Her left arm is useful both in precise targeting and physical combat.
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Bio: Shibon is confident, high spirited and dedicated to her work. Some people find her constant witticisms irritating, while others find it endearing. She never admits defeat, even in the face of the most dire situations, and has a response to everything.
Born in a bustling shipping town in Shindan, Shibon's parents were sea traders, dealing with most of the Resonant shipping coming in and out of the town. It didn't take long for them to notice her affinity for the crystal, and by the time she was ten, her Font was already apparent. When she was fifteen, she was already handling most of the family's quality control, and the company began to flourish. When her mother died, she took control of the company at age twenty.
From there, she took the shipping company in a new direction, moving their base of operations to Vindrell and buying out a Resonant mining company. From there, she used her Font and her shrewd business skills to open a Resonant shop, building it to be the most successful such establishment in Kharan.
Despite her success, Shibon has had a hard life. Being as successful as she is, she is often the subject of hatred and jealousy for those less fortunate. She has received death threats, been the subject of sabotage, and even had several actual attempts on her life. Even through such animosity, she has kept her head high.
Theme Song: Superheroes - The Script
All the hurt, all the lies
All the tears that they cry
When the moment is just right
You see fire in their eyes
'Cause he's stronger than you know
A heart of steel starts to grow
"I'm not your pal. Get off of my case." -Xander
"He's not trying to pick a fight with me, right? He's not trying to- never mind. Time to bust out my edgy-ass persona to scare him off." -Xander's internal thoughts
Name: Xander Zahir
Age: 25
Human/Feren: Human
Nationality: Tarcanis
Religion: Omnigaia Pact
Appearance: Xander has a slim, yet athletic build; a body not fitting of wielding a large weapon. His fingers are noticeably rough, and his eyes have a sharp look.
Role: Warrior
Font: Undefined Exhaustion – (Upon activation) Xander cannot be exhausted by physical conditions (ie. he cannot run out of breath) aside from illnesses and forced status ailments. He can still feel pain, muscle tensions, and be knocked unconscious.
Color: Indigo
Weapon: Large Broadsword – As the name implies, a large broadsword. There seems to be nothing special with this weapon aside from its immense size and simplistic shape. It is his mother’s first weapon to be carried into war and, despite lacking a flexible secondary form like most weapons, fits Xander’s tastes the most. The tough broadsword has a bigger history than Xander’s entire life, and he plans on rewriting its background.
Personality: Xander feigns ignorance almost all the time. Preferring to help or interact without garnering attention, he tends to remain at the sidelines of conversations while eavesdropping on anything that falls into his sense of hearing. Despite having a slew of interesting emotions within him, he tries to play his imagined, ideal role of the perfect warrior- silent, obedient, and cold enough to keep others awake . Xander strongly believes that strategy should be the key to winning battles, and blames it for his inability to become the best due to his lack of talent in it. The combination of his Tarcan nature and his personal nature in general unknowingly makes him drink a lot of water.
Due to his nature of acting cold in the face of the public, his actual nature only shows up when he is initially interacted with without the usage of words. He disregards religion whenever he actually talks to someone and will usually respond in the bluntest fashion he could think of. Xander’s hidden train of thoughts is actually the most childish thing about him, and is quite unprofessional compared to how he presents himself to others. So far, he did a pretty good job in fooling everyone.
Background: Xander’s parents died when he was twelve!
Or at least, that was what most people thought. They died a little later than that.
In reality, he lived a very strange life. His parents did not die for a decent amount of time; they were just in the military almost all of the time. He lived in quite the unpopulated area, as the “town” and its people were literally consisted of an old man that kicked too much ass, a kid that kicked even more ass, several more kids that somehow kicked just as much ass, and him, who kicked too little asses. The fact that a few kids were able to contribute more to an almost nomadic town than he did drove him to become a better warrior. His parents always visited every now and then, usually when he was asleep. His mother tended to stay longer than his father so that she could meet him while he was awake. They left several items once in a while, one of them being a small longsword he was barely able to use.
It turned out that Xander’s parents, generals of several of the many armies of Tarcanis, died when he became twenty-one- four years before he joined Echo. Though he refused to show an emotional response to their deaths, he still found it to be a morbid motivation to his goal in becoming a powerful warrior of Tarcanis. In an attempt to retrace his parents’ history and learn something out of it, he began leaving his small town to become stronger. He was eventually given his fallen parents’ equipment as a part of their will. One of such equipment was his mother’s first weapon-of-choice in war, another important one being a charm that once belonged to his father. None of them were terribly special, but it was everything Xander had.
Many gave the blade he used several names. He just called it his weapon, given to him by people who no longer existed. Xander adopted his father’s cold personality as a barrier that let him concentrate on improving his combat, though he was unable to throw away his childish desires of warmth and things that made him happy. This led to the development of his habit of listening into lively conversations from a distance, as well as the birth to a new personality that contradicts itself in many ways.
Though he trained and gained a monstrous strength and speed that many Tarcans would generally approve of, he desired to improve the seemingly infinite amount of holes in his ability to fight. Xander enlisted to become a part of Echo at the end of his lonely training, his only fuel being the hopes of the small town he lived in, his goal to become a warrior, and a small hope to continue to listen into conversations.
Theme Song: Distant Sunset – Sean Beeson
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Vern Phelps
"Can you, like...explain the idea in a way that doesn't make it seem like I'm going to die attempting it?"
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Note - Other weapons dislayed are not to be included. Clothing would also look slightly modernised, but roughly similar.
Age
25
Race
Human
Nationality
Shindan
Religion
N/A
Appearance
Vern's first notable aspect of appearance is his averagely tall height. 6'1" is the precise size, to be specific. Having this tall structure, he doesn't have a particularly muscular build compared to some of the others possibly found hunting The Lost. His hair is of a shade between Jet-Black and Dark-Brunette and is in the form of a very short and ruffled style. His eyes are more of a dark cyan shade, more noticeable amongst the Green Attire he usually wears. His posture is high, and the only unnatural feature on himself is the very faint and mild childhood scratch on the left cheek blended into his faint stubble.
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Role
Mid-Low Ranged Combat - Designer - Trapper
Font
Phantom Pain
A Force that doesn't inflict damage itself, but rather assists it. Simply locking up certain muscles on an individual to put them in a sort of Paralysed state. This is useful whenever trying to confront something without resorting to violence, or simply locking up a foe to leave it in the line of sight of anyone to strike with little resistance. The method mainly consists of split strains of either Mental or Physical manipulation. The first including tricking the mind that it is paralyzed as a body, causing the body to be limp and lifeless in certain limbs and muscles, whereas it can also physically stop certain muscles from moving, stiffening them up rather than letting it fall limp. The effects can either be halted manually or by wearing off, both having numb areas on the body were the Phantom Pain had effected. This can be effective when wanting to trap a target as well, making him one of the ideal catchers.
Color
Forest
Weapon
At first, the type is of a longbow with moderately thicker-limbs than a standard, also including a powerful resonate material acting as the Bow-String. This fires powerful projectiles, unlike standard arrows, at mid-to-long ranges. Compatible with only two kinds of resonate, Yellow and Orange, it has small capabilities of adding additional effects. Orange-Based can be used tactically, making more of small landscaping rather than direct combat. His practice has made him capable of moderately fast firing and reloading speed. With the push of a button, however, the bow's upper and lower limbs switch out two sharp blades, converting the bow into a moderately large staff equipped with a blade either side. This gives the Riser's strength a full purpose, allowing it to be used freely for Close Quarters Combat, with a little extra range added on. This is compatible with two types of resonate, Yellow and Violet.
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Personality
What can seem quite amusing for someone of such height and structure is his hesitation. Vern was never the most confident of souls to ever be recruited within Echo, and surely won't be the most hidden. There are times where a plan that involves him doing some of his closer encounters can seem just like a death-threat, making his agreement quite unbalanced. Quick-thinking situations on the combat field can sometimes prove to be rather a problem, however off-field his ability to become a small-scale spokesperson almost cancels out the situation. Considered two different sides of Vern, the constant change in confidence is almost unpredictable, though mostly on a calmer type.
For his nice little passion for building small, though possibly useless, tools and decorations make him sometimes rather solitary when he has the time to do so. It could be a simple wooden-weave bowl, a small makeshift knife for simply carving more wood or some sort of Smooth-stone cup holder, what he comes up with can be most annoying? More to the point, it's difficult to stop him from somehow sneaking in a decoration in a place or two...
One part of him that he knows hatred will follow on from is his beliefs. It's simple, with one word. Atheism. He isn't in an area where he hates religious beliefs or the people's views on it, as he has always respected their sense of community. The thing he hates, however, is their mass disagreement towards one another. It's almost the complete opposite of what Vern is as a person. If he could truly hope one thing as much as the defeat of The Lost, it's for the inter-species fighting to just end.
Background
As a child, he loved the outdoors, Vern did. Living with a single Mother, an almost completely ignorant sibling and several employed locals on a Farm once owned by his other-parent, he grew up learning how to put himself into good use. Starting simply with using basic tools to lay out items to sell, he helped produce a good few nick-nacks to sell alongside the crops they usually sold. In his spare time, when working for his Mother wasn't completely taking up his life, he would continue to carve small wooden decorations from the excess remains of trees brought over by some of the material-grabbers employed at that time. Though he never really earned that much, he was credited for his small talent and praised by a few higher-up travellers looking to buy certain foods produced at the farming settlement.
His first taste in some sort of combat was when an employee, named Nark, invited him out to join the material-gathering group at around his 8th Birthday. It wasn't anything dangerous, as such, but it meant he could do some more exploring, and perhaps gather a tree just for his own personal desires. Whilst participating in this, the group came across some of the local prey usually hunted for the meat placed on their tables. More for a joke, they decided to let Vern take pot-shots at it with the makeshift longbow the group had been using currently. They knew the boy had minor training in shooting static targets, so not much was to be expected. As you'd expect, Vern missed the shot he was given. Sort of frustrated at his loss, he began to mix archery into his free-time schedule. That was the time when he began to be aware of the lack of technology used on his homestead, and how many traditional methods of life were used [Though he wasn't alienated to the world of advancement]. As time progressed, he improved on his Bowman skills, and did manage to gather his own few prey. It improved his overall fitness to a more useful standard, one that could potentially land him jobs elsewhere.
When news of local threats relating to dangerous sightings of Category 1 & 2 variants of The Lost many years later, a few of his own employees went wandering their own way into attempting to get into the Echo. This was their hope to sign up and become protectors of mainly their homes and families, seeing as their farming industry island was prone to no protection. With that reason said, it was fair to say Vern had used the same one. Being somewhat low-in the confidence of getting in, he hoped to protect his home, as well as the World he had heard about so much around him. As he joined, and with extra training in design, combat and weapon-to-weapon close-ranged combat, he began to fit in amongst the ranks of the Hunters and Huntresses around him. It's no wonder he becomes awestruck from everywhere he'll travel to, whether battlezone or simple trips. Originally, he planned on working as a designer for people who hadn't the ability to craft their own weapons. However, during his combat training, the path was changed. That, although, does not mean he didn't stop. This was shortened slightly by his disappointment in his own actions; his own self-esteem being quite low. Eventually, he made a single weapon he could claim as something to be proud of...his very own armament. During his first year, the island he grew up on fell prey to the almost mythical threat of The Lost, which proved to hinder his performance slightly, and held him back from keeping up with many of the greats. It was only recently he had become excessively skilled enough to gain small recognition, whether it was good or bad...
Theme Song: Map of the Problematique - Muse
His Views on the Battles against The Lost
'Fear and panic in the air
I want to be free
From desolation and despair
And I feel like everything I sow
Is being swept away.'
His views on the inter-species Oppression and Violence.
'Life will flash before my eyes
So scattered and lost
I want to touch the other side
And no one thinks they are to blame
Why can't we see
That when we bleed we bleed the same.'
"Can you, like...explain the idea in a way that doesn't make it seem like I'm going to die attempting it?"
Disclaimer: Image does not belong to me. If it belongs to anyone you might know, or yourself, let me know I will give full credit, or remove it, in hopes the Image-Fetz won't get me.
Note - Other weapons dislayed are not to be included. Clothing would also look slightly modernised, but roughly similar.
Age
25
Race
Human
Nationality
Shindan
Religion
N/A
Appearance
Vern's first notable aspect of appearance is his averagely tall height. 6'1" is the precise size, to be specific. Having this tall structure, he doesn't have a particularly muscular build compared to some of the others possibly found hunting The Lost. His hair is of a shade between Jet-Black and Dark-Brunette and is in the form of a very short and ruffled style. His eyes are more of a dark cyan shade, more noticeable amongst the Green Attire he usually wears. His posture is high, and the only unnatural feature on himself is the very faint and mild childhood scratch on the left cheek blended into his faint stubble.
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Role
Mid-Low Ranged Combat - Designer - Trapper
Font
Phantom Pain
A Force that doesn't inflict damage itself, but rather assists it. Simply locking up certain muscles on an individual to put them in a sort of Paralysed state. This is useful whenever trying to confront something without resorting to violence, or simply locking up a foe to leave it in the line of sight of anyone to strike with little resistance. The method mainly consists of split strains of either Mental or Physical manipulation. The first including tricking the mind that it is paralyzed as a body, causing the body to be limp and lifeless in certain limbs and muscles, whereas it can also physically stop certain muscles from moving, stiffening them up rather than letting it fall limp. The effects can either be halted manually or by wearing off, both having numb areas on the body were the Phantom Pain had effected. This can be effective when wanting to trap a target as well, making him one of the ideal catchers.
Color
Forest
Weapon
At first, the type is of a longbow with moderately thicker-limbs than a standard, also including a powerful resonate material acting as the Bow-String. This fires powerful projectiles, unlike standard arrows, at mid-to-long ranges. Compatible with only two kinds of resonate, Yellow and Orange, it has small capabilities of adding additional effects. Orange-Based can be used tactically, making more of small landscaping rather than direct combat. His practice has made him capable of moderately fast firing and reloading speed. With the push of a button, however, the bow's upper and lower limbs switch out two sharp blades, converting the bow into a moderately large staff equipped with a blade either side. This gives the Riser's strength a full purpose, allowing it to be used freely for Close Quarters Combat, with a little extra range added on. This is compatible with two types of resonate, Yellow and Violet.
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Personality
What can seem quite amusing for someone of such height and structure is his hesitation. Vern was never the most confident of souls to ever be recruited within Echo, and surely won't be the most hidden. There are times where a plan that involves him doing some of his closer encounters can seem just like a death-threat, making his agreement quite unbalanced. Quick-thinking situations on the combat field can sometimes prove to be rather a problem, however off-field his ability to become a small-scale spokesperson almost cancels out the situation. Considered two different sides of Vern, the constant change in confidence is almost unpredictable, though mostly on a calmer type.
For his nice little passion for building small, though possibly useless, tools and decorations make him sometimes rather solitary when he has the time to do so. It could be a simple wooden-weave bowl, a small makeshift knife for simply carving more wood or some sort of Smooth-stone cup holder, what he comes up with can be most annoying? More to the point, it's difficult to stop him from somehow sneaking in a decoration in a place or two...
One part of him that he knows hatred will follow on from is his beliefs. It's simple, with one word. Atheism. He isn't in an area where he hates religious beliefs or the people's views on it, as he has always respected their sense of community. The thing he hates, however, is their mass disagreement towards one another. It's almost the complete opposite of what Vern is as a person. If he could truly hope one thing as much as the defeat of The Lost, it's for the inter-species fighting to just end.
Background
As a child, he loved the outdoors, Vern did. Living with a single Mother, an almost completely ignorant sibling and several employed locals on a Farm once owned by his other-parent, he grew up learning how to put himself into good use. Starting simply with using basic tools to lay out items to sell, he helped produce a good few nick-nacks to sell alongside the crops they usually sold. In his spare time, when working for his Mother wasn't completely taking up his life, he would continue to carve small wooden decorations from the excess remains of trees brought over by some of the material-grabbers employed at that time. Though he never really earned that much, he was credited for his small talent and praised by a few higher-up travellers looking to buy certain foods produced at the farming settlement.
His first taste in some sort of combat was when an employee, named Nark, invited him out to join the material-gathering group at around his 8th Birthday. It wasn't anything dangerous, as such, but it meant he could do some more exploring, and perhaps gather a tree just for his own personal desires. Whilst participating in this, the group came across some of the local prey usually hunted for the meat placed on their tables. More for a joke, they decided to let Vern take pot-shots at it with the makeshift longbow the group had been using currently. They knew the boy had minor training in shooting static targets, so not much was to be expected. As you'd expect, Vern missed the shot he was given. Sort of frustrated at his loss, he began to mix archery into his free-time schedule. That was the time when he began to be aware of the lack of technology used on his homestead, and how many traditional methods of life were used [Though he wasn't alienated to the world of advancement]. As time progressed, he improved on his Bowman skills, and did manage to gather his own few prey. It improved his overall fitness to a more useful standard, one that could potentially land him jobs elsewhere.
When news of local threats relating to dangerous sightings of Category 1 & 2 variants of The Lost many years later, a few of his own employees went wandering their own way into attempting to get into the Echo. This was their hope to sign up and become protectors of mainly their homes and families, seeing as their farming industry island was prone to no protection. With that reason said, it was fair to say Vern had used the same one. Being somewhat low-in the confidence of getting in, he hoped to protect his home, as well as the World he had heard about so much around him. As he joined, and with extra training in design, combat and weapon-to-weapon close-ranged combat, he began to fit in amongst the ranks of the Hunters and Huntresses around him. It's no wonder he becomes awestruck from everywhere he'll travel to, whether battlezone or simple trips. Originally, he planned on working as a designer for people who hadn't the ability to craft their own weapons. However, during his combat training, the path was changed. That, although, does not mean he didn't stop. This was shortened slightly by his disappointment in his own actions; his own self-esteem being quite low. Eventually, he made a single weapon he could claim as something to be proud of...his very own armament. During his first year, the island he grew up on fell prey to the almost mythical threat of The Lost, which proved to hinder his performance slightly, and held him back from keeping up with many of the greats. It was only recently he had become excessively skilled enough to gain small recognition, whether it was good or bad...
Theme Song: Map of the Problematique - Muse
His Views on the Battles against The Lost
'Fear and panic in the air
I want to be free
From desolation and despair
And I feel like everything I sow
Is being swept away.'
His views on the inter-species Oppression and Violence.
'Life will flash before my eyes
So scattered and lost
I want to touch the other side
And no one thinks they are to blame
Why can't we see
That when we bleed we bleed the same.'
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"I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night."
Edited image provided kindly by NarayanK ^_^
Name:
Linta
Age:
26
Race:
Feren (barn owl). Linta, like her animal counterpart, has superb eyesight (both at night and during the day, although it's better in low light) and incredible hearing. Also, thanks to the structure of her feathers, her movements are almost completely silent, save for the sounds of whatever she's stepping on. Lastly, at will Linta can vocalize like a barn owl would, the most common sound used being a piercing shriek that's ear-shattering at close range. Other vocalizations include clicking, but not hooting.
Nationality:
Sky Dweller of Tengu Island
Role:
Linta's job is to strike first, undetected. She's also a skilled hunter.
Font:
Ghost. Linta is able to make herself and any objects she’s touching physically intangible for a very short period of time. This means that physical objects, including people, will go through her as if she were a hologram. However, it’s a double-edged sword, as while nothing can hit her, she also can’t hit anything while using this font. As a result, she tends to only use it in very short bursts to avoid as many blows as possible and also land as many hits as possible. Of course, no one is perfect, and sometimes the ratios just don’t work out. When using her font, she appears somewhat transparent.
Colour:
Gray
Appearance:
Linta normally stands at about 5’5, but can straighten herself to a scant 6’ due to her posture. Her body seems more bird than human: Wings extending where arms would be, legs with double knees and ending in large, four-toed taloned feet, even long tail feathers protruding from the base of her spine. She has a wingspan of roughly twenty-one feet and tail feathers long enough to occasionally brush the ground, both needed to support her size and weight in flight. This aforementioned weight is remarkably light, only around 80lbs, due to her hollow bone structure. Her legs are about a third longer than human ones, featuring normal hips and knees, but also elongated knee-like ankles, bending the opposite way and allowing for her feet and crouching posture.
Most of her body is cloaked in downey feathers, mostly white on the front and longer, brown and silver feathers on her back. These mimic the colour and pattern of a real barn owls’ making her difficult to spot from below (as the white blends into the coulds) and from above (as the brown can blend well into fields and brush). The patters on her wings and tail feathers also mimic the real thing, giving her beautiful, meticulously preened feathers.
On her head, Linta sports an elegant crest of coloured feathers where hair would grow. This crest raises and lowers involuntarily, and extends about six inches off her head. Her skin is tanned and her eyes abnormally large and golden; her nose features the remnants of a beak.
Finally, in the ‘wrist’ joints of her wings (AKA where one would expect hands on a human arm) are three spindly fingers and a thumb, each topped with claws resembling her talons. At home, she rarely used these, finding them handy only for gripping tree bark; now, while she still uses her feet for most things (not wanting to dirty the feathers on her wings) she is learning to use these fingers as humans would.
Weapon:
Linta's weapons are a pair of bladed gauntlets worn over her talons. They feature 30cm curved blades, resembling and elongating the shape of her own natural talons. These blades are a deep, doppled black with a mirror shine and a blade sharp enough to cut through flesh like butter. The blades fit over her talons when extended, and can retract into a portion of the gauntlet attached to the lower leg so as not to dull the blades from walking. They can be extended with a certain movement of her feet. The gauntlets are held together with leather srips and reinforced with metal (especially on the bottoms of her feet to protect her flesh from blades).
(For those who’ve seen the Guardians of Ga’hoole movie, they greatly resemble the 'gloves' those owls wear. Yes, I am a dreadful nerd. I’m not sorry.)
Personality:
Linta, being a Feral (more animal than human), acts much more animalistic than most Feren her teammates will have ever met. She speaks little, and when she does, it’s more than pointed. Not only does she despise complicated phrasing and sugar-coating, she literally cannot understand it. Having little need for speech in her home (and some having no physical capability to speak it), her family members and fellow islanders rarely spoke, resorting instead to body language, expression, and a unique system of sign language. As such, her voice is raspy, quiet and low from disuse.
As for attitude, Linta comes off as cold and unfriendly. She regards everything with a predator’s eye, unafraid to point out the flaws in anything. She is straightforward and blunt to an entirely new level; she’s the type who will inform you that something will hurt, and not pity you when it does. All considered, Linta is a pretty decent person, once one passes the exterior that is not only unsure in showing emotion, but not knowing how to do so in regards to humans. Still, she is becoming more like her old, free-spirited self each day (if not overshadowed by her older-than-her-years demeanour) and takes a compassionate, somewhat maternal attitude toward some team members. Many also find her to be quite funny in how she speaks and acts, unsure if such mannerisms are intentional or not.
Background:
Linta was born a Sky Dweller, one of the three main tribes on the secluded island of Tengu. The island, having been hit particularly profoundly by the radiation from Archon’s corona, is populated entirely by Ferens, most more feral than human. Nonetheless, Linta lived a happy life there with her parents, younger brother and the rest of her tribe. Life was somewhat uneventful; Linta was taught to fish and hunt, to use her natural gifts as a Feren to her advantage. She became a great hunter and an excellent flyer, surpassing even those Sky Dwellers with quicker wings (barn owls have disproportionately large wings made for slow and silent flight). She learned some simple remedies and injury treatments from the Tree Dwellers and, all things considered, led a happy life.
However, one evening when Linta was nineteen, a new threat approached the island. A huge flock of small flying Lost laid siege to Tengu, injuring and killing many and outright carrying some away. Having never seen a foe of this nature, the Sky Dwellers did not know how to fight them. All tribes of Tengu lost members to the Lost, but none so many as the Sky Dwellers, vulnerable and accessible in their homes high in the canopy.
Amidst the chaos, Linta’s parents went to fight, telling her to bring her brother Jey to a nearby island and hide there. However, while Linta tried her best to fulfill her duty, she and her brother were separated. She searched desperately all through the siege, but found nothing. The only trace left of him was found several days later; tufts of bloody blue feathers, caught in dead brush torn up in the struggle.
In the years after, Linta’s family dearly suffered. While her parents tried not to blame their daughter for the loss of their son, they couldn’t help but look at her differently; Linta blamed herself as well, turning from an outgoing and promising young feren to a secluded and haunted shell of her former self. She retreated deeper and deeper into her own suffering when finally, two years after the attack, Linta decided enough was enough. She left Tengu in search of a rumour, a fabled group who sought out and slaughtered the abominations she’d come to despise. She’s been a member of ECHO ever since.
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Seen
2 yrs ago
"I choose to act under the assumption that nothing is impossible, until I’m inevitably proven wrong"
Name: Jaron Edric
Age: (19)
Human/Feren:Human
Nationality: (Vindrell)
Religion: (N/A)
Appearance: (Jaron has short, dark brown hair that he wear spiked in the front. (Called a “High and Tight” I think) He wears a simple black and lime shirt with matching trouser and overcoat. 5’ 11”, 135 lbs he’s reasonably tall and slender.)
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Role: (Warrior/Medic)
Font: Blink: The ability to teleport short distances, with the restriction that he can only teleport to places he can see (so not through walls) and within a distance of five or six feet.
Color: (Lime Green)
Weapon: (Prosthetic left arm, prosthetic right leg with a long spike that comes out of the knee cap. Serpentis: A bright green, one-handed long sword that can transform into a semi-automatic rifle. Res can be placed into the hilt. carries yellow and green res as well as a combination of both for healing )
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Personality: Jaron likes to have fun, and makes friends at an almost superhuman pace. Everything he does is for the hell of it or for the hell of someone else. He’s trusting to a fault and easily sees the best in all people. However, in all other matters, he’s a pessimist. Quoted saying that as a pessimist he’s “either always right or pleasantly surprised” . He cares deeply for people and is willing to sacrifice a helluva lot for his teammates and friends. He thinks that the animosity between Humans and Ferens is “stupid”, he has gone on record saying that “Aside from all of the societal backlash and shit, being a Feren has got to be pretty cool, I mean you could have wings or something!”
Background: Jaron’s parents were both Hunters and so he didn’t see them much. He was taught how to fight by his aunt who helped him develop Serpentis and after an accident that left him sans two limbs, helped him create prosthetics that doubled as weapons. After his accident, the subsequent death of his parents at the hands of the fallen drove Jaron into a dark place. His aunt insisted that he join ECHO, that doing good would help him heal. Guilty as he was to admit it, the second he boarded the airship, hir parents were driven from his mind. All he could think of was adventure and the possibility of new friends.
Theme Song:Bro Hymn - Pennywise
Ever get the feeling you can't go on
Just remember whose side it is that you're on
You've got friends with you till the end
If you're ever in a tough situation
We'll be there with no hesitation
Brotherhood's our rule we cannot bend.
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