Afina

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Sana perked a thin brow as she watched Hugh drift off to sleep quite abruptly. Chuckling slightly to herself she eyed the pipe that was still burning low in his hand, before looking for something to snuff it out. Righting herself in her place, she unlaced the leather ties of her bag and rummaged around until she found her mortar. Pulling it out, she slowly reached over and pressed it lightly over the hollow and pressing down ever so gently to snuff out the embers. Once she was satisfied that it wouldn’t be a hazard anymore she removed it and placed it back into her bag and securing the ties of said bag once again.

As Elis spoke to them she placed her finger to her lips and gestured into the direction of the sleeping Hugh. “Shh,’’ came softly from slightly parted lips that curled into a gentle smile towards the little one. “We wouldn’t want to wake your steed now would we?” she teased lightly before resting back once again and letting her eyes close, hands resting gently on her pack as she sought sleep. Slowly drifting into a light slumber for a time, the gentle rock of the wagon comforting to her; reminiscent of childhood days on the trails.
When the wagon stopped suddenly, her body weight shifted causing her form to lean against Hughs. Rousing slowly she yawned and looked around, seeing where she was and sitting up quickly letting out a quick “sorry,” coughing slightly afterwards. Perking a brow at her vocal tone she let out a sigh of relief and laughed to herself. The squeak was gone and she couldn’t be happier about that. The last thing she wanted was to end up in a fight and having to yell get down! to someone like a mouse.

Rising from her place she stretched slightly as she slung her pack over her shoulder and jumped out the back of the wagon. Looking up at the night sky, she marveled at the stars; the heavens alive with the fire that could only be cherished in the late hours. Turning and taking in her surroundings she overheard some speaking of watch. “I’ll take last watch,” she pipped in before grabbing a bed roll from the wagon and scouted a place to rest.

Deciding to make her camp a bit from the wagon, not far, but enough not to get trampled if something suddenly roused the entire party; laying it out on the ground she used her pack as a make-shift pillow and rested down on her side, her bow gripped in her fingers and her quiver still laced to her back. She dared not sleep unprotected this evening.

Sana was glad she had as she heard the creature growl slightly, having yet to be able to drift back off to sleep. Quick to her feet and by the time she was standing she had drawn an arrow from her quiver and drew it back. Stepping slowly around to see what was occurring. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust in the moonlight but thankfully it was a clear evening. Coming around to the front of the wagon from the far side, her eyes fell on the gnolls and her eyes narrowed.

Taking aim and letting a slow breath release from her lip she let it fly; the arrow slicing through the air and finding its target in the flesh of one of the Gnolls upper thigh causing it to howl in pain. Before the arrow had landed Sana had already drawn another as she dropped to one knee, “did that hurt?” she sniggered as the Gnoll in question growled, saliva dripping from its jaws as it ripped the arrow out and it charged her. Taking her time she took aim, her breath steady as she watched the monster come closer. Its axe raised high and its shield before him. Quickly moving to the side as it lunged to her, she rolled out of the way. Coming out of the roll, she spun around and came up behind the creature as she let another arrow fly, it embedding itself deep at the base of the Gnolls skull. The Gnoll dropping to its knees, flailing as it did Sana drew her dragged and dropped her bow. Grabbing the Gnolls fur she moved to slice its throat but it flung itself forward and Sana went tumbling into the sands. Coming up quickly she barely managed to side step the creature as she dropped down to one knee and swept a leg under it, catching its heel and knocking it out from under him.

As he hit the ground on his back Sana flung her dagger, it hitting in the beasts eye socket. The monster yelped and blood came from its jaws as it clung to life. Sana stepped over and drove the dagger deeper as her boot connected with the hilt, ending the Gnolls life. Reaching down she wrapped her fingers around the hilt and yanked it out before retrieving her bow and knocking another arrow into place as she took in what was going on around her.

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(NPC)

Name: Tristan Debute

Race: Bast'ian

Age: 73 (In Standard Earth Years

Gender: Male

Rank: T-1 Tower Lead

Appearance: A native born Bast'ian Tristan stands close to six feet in height and 165 pounds. His blue skin and features are due to his planets watery conditions. Large lips jut slightly from his face and his self illuminating eyes make him appear cruel, unyielding and hard.


Possessions: Standard GNC provisions provided to all Tower Leads, personal items from home world.

Crystal: Tristans crystal is a large black crystal with a blue hue to it, one of the few to be found on his home world. It is large and oval in shape and unlike most Black Crystals makes a slight whine when in use. Many in the Tower say it is because the Crystal hates working with Tristan.

Skills/Abilities: Telepathy, Telekinesis, Tower Operations, Crystal Bonding, Bast'i Governing Tactics, GNC Procedures: Speaks Bast'ian, GNC Common, Alterian

Personality: Just as his features imply, Tristan is a cruel elitist who looks down on pretty much everyone, particularly non talents. He has no patience and due to his nature is loathed by all his staff on Ateria. Quick to temper and whiny he tends to act more like a spoiled toddler than a professional Tower Lead.

History: Raised in a wealthy family of high standing on Bast'i, Tristan was spoiled by his parents who were both Talents and ever so proud when his Talents emerged. Since one of the several Training Towers was on Bast'i he was able to stay close to home and continued to be spoiled by his father who was head of the school. Due to his upbringing he caused many issues during training and since he lacked discipline he nearly flunked out and could have easily become a Singer hadn't his father finally snapped and forced him to fall in line. After his graduation he was shipped off to Alteria to take over as Lead. Him and his family were furious but even they couldn't get GNC to change its mind. They needed a Tower Lead there and since he was such a problem they made sure to punish him on the driest rock they could find. No one else wanted to deal with Alteria Tower due to conflicts that arose with the Local Populations. Leads rotating out as quickly as possible. He has been there ever since, lashing out at the population and tower because of the great injustice he feels is being wrongly placed on him.

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(Plot Driven Character - Basics provided - looking for rper)

Name: Unknown - Referred to as Jun'Krama (The Brax'Na name for God Warrior, their leader)

Race: Brax'Na

Age: 34 (In Standard Earth Years)

Gender: Male

Rank: None

Appearance: Jun'Krama stands broad of shoulder and solid of build, weighing in at 278lbs and standing at 6 foot 5 inches. He is an imposing figure with dark hair and eyes that are deep set. His hard features and chiseled physique, along with his gruff face features make him appear harsh.


Possessions: Large sword, a bit larger than a standard Bastard Sword, and sheath. (Other Possessions made be added with full character development. Has a mount that can carry Brax'Na weight, fill in as needed)

Skills/Abilities: Brax'Na Law, Government, History, and Operations; Basic GNC Trade Operations and Crystal Mining: Hand to Hand Combat: Weapon Combat Skills include sword use, bow use, knife throwing, grappling, horse back riding: Over All Military Tactics: Brax'Na, Common & Alterian Languages

Personality: Spartan like demeanor - very war like and tactical. Angers quickly. Does not like GNC and despises Talents, the higher the rank the greater the hate. Has little value for women outside of breeding. (It's a Brax'Na thing in general) ~More can certainly be added but this is a base of all Brax'Na)

History: (Unknown to GNC - Provide what you wish) - Brax'Na Leader, won Jun'Krama in battle, killing previous Jun'Krama

~Note - Brax'Na live in a small village that is close to an oasis and built similar to if ancient Vikings lived in a desert area. Feel free to build it up from there)

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(NPC)

Name: Craig Ne'Tagla

Race: Altenian

Age: 36 (In Earth Standard Years)

Gender: Male

Rank: T-4

Appearance: Craig is born of a subspecies of Altenians that are from the underground and resemble a cross between a firefly without wings and a human. He stands at close to 7 feet tall and weighs more than he looks due to his exoskeleton, close to 300 lbs.


Possessions: Standard GNC provided items and a large board sword of his worlds making that he wears on his back.

Skills/Abilities: Strong Telekinesis, sword fighting, combat, GNC Security & Tower Procedures, Speaks Altenian, basic Brax'Na, GNC Common

Personality: Craig can come across as stern but for the most part is he rather laid back and pron to teasing those around him. It is hard to break him from his jovial manner, even when confronted by those with less pleasant personalities.

Crystal: Being a lower rank than a T-1 he does not have any personal crystals but does know how to utilize all warm tones

History: Craigs background is pretty uneventful. Born and raised by a loving family that still resides in the large underground colony of his birth. His Talents presented themselves when he was 16 and he joined GNC, training in warfare and combat. Despite his joyful personality he rose in the ranks quickly and became one of the youngest Heads of Security in GNC history at just 18 years of age when he was assigned to his home planet. This was rare but due to his appearance the GNC felt it was best to place him in a Tower that would be used to such oddities. Craig did not complain, happy to return home and be able to stay in close contact with his mother and father. He works hard and keeps an eye out for the Altenians. He is usually the buffer between the Tower when issues arise, especially with the Brax'Na. His current boss Tower Lead Tristan is happy to let him do this work, which is normally meant for the Tower lead.

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Wip - Not Fully Developed - Used as an NPC

Name: Crisin Revegenous

Race: Human/Earth Born

Age: 124

Gender: Female

Rank: T-1 Tower Lead

Appearance: Crisin is an old woman by human standards, yet in terms of talents she is but a late middle age thanks to the effects of her crystal. Having deep set features and a strong bone structure she has a look of harshness about her, befitting of her personality. She is thin and fragile looking when it comes to her body. Years of working for the GNC as a Tower Lead has left her body anything but bit, walking slow as she goes and her hands trembling when she writes. Her mind on the other hand is strong and sharp, never missing what is going on around her. She rarely wears the required uniforms of the GNC and no one dares points this out. Preferring light materials of a dark shade in simple silhouette, she wears single pieces dresses that help to hide her fragile body, or at least she has convinced herself they do.



Possessions: Having lived and run the Earth Tower for more than 80 years, Crisin has all the luxuries a position of such high and long lasting authority would provide. Little it out of her reach if she wants it and she wants everything that is beautiful. Earth, still being in a condition of a near desolate waste land she has much imported from other worlds to decorate her personal quarters, which span an entire floor of the tower. Outside of things one really does not need to survive, she has little. GNC provides, she worries little of what she would need outside the tower proper since she rarely ever leaves it.

Skills/Abilities: Telepath, Telekenesis, Tower Operations, Crystal Bonding, Earth Governing Tactics, GNC Procedures

Personality: Crisin is gruff and has no patience with anything. Due to her age and position she has become an elitist and like many Tower Leads tends to look down on any that are not off her rank, save one. Silvia is the only person she has ever shown any kindness to but to most is appears as a mild tolerance.

Crystal: Crisin possesses a large Black Crystal that has a plain cut and simple shine. It is not her first, which finally cracked after many years of use. This devastated Crisin and sent her out of commission for a while until a suitable replacement. Once one was acquired she was quickly back in the Tower Seat and to work.

History: Born and raised on Earth, Crisin has known little else, only stepping off world for required meetings with other GNC. Due to the fact that Earth is in no strategic, she has yet to convince the GNC to allow the meetings to take place on earth, which enrages her. Little of her life is known before the acquisition of her most recent Crystal. It is not something she speaks about. For the last 24 years she has raised Silvia, something she was not originally pleased about and it was no secret. After the years began to pass though, Crisin became attached to Silvia and began to be more motherly to her in some aspects of life. Though she was never easy on Silvia, knowing what talents she possessed and how strong she could become, but she has grown very protective of Silvia and has tried her best to keep her on Earth for as long as possible. When news came that Silvia was finally leaving for final Tower training Crisin lost it, she felt Silvia could train just as well on Earth as anywhere. In secret she already had been and knew Silvia was fully capable of taking over any tower at a moments notice, though she has never told Silvia that. She had hoped that Silvia would remain on Earth and take over her home planets Tower but GNC is not going to let that happen. Causing Crisin to finally begin to have a distaste of their tactics.

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Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

(NPC)

Name: Crisin Revegenous

Race: Human/Earth Born

Age: 124

Gender: Female

Rank: T-1 Tower Lead

Appearance: Crisin is an old woman by human standards, yet in terms of talents she is but a late middle age thanks to the effects of her crystal. Having deep set features and a strong bone structure she has a look of harshness about her, befitting of her personality. She is thin and fragile looking when it comes to her body. Years of working for the GNC as a Tower Lead has left her body anything but bit, walking slow as she goes and her hands trembling when she writes. Her mind on the other hand is strong and sharp, never missing what is going on around her. She rarely wears the required uniforms of the GNC and no one dares points this out. Preferring light materials of a dark shade in simple silhouette, she wears single pieces dresses that help to hide her fragile body, or at least she has convinced herself they do.



Possessions: Having lived and run the Earth Tower for more than 80 years, Crisin has all the luxuries a position of such high and long lasting authority would provide. Little it out of her reach if she wants it and she wants everything that is beautiful. Earth, still being in a condition of a near desolate waste land she has much imported from other worlds to decorate her personal quarters, which span an entire floor of the tower. Outside of things one really does not need to survive, she has little. GNC provides, she worries little of what she would need outside the tower proper since she rarely ever leaves it.

Skills/Abilities: Telepath, Telekenesis, Tower Operations, Crystal Bonding, Earth Governing Tactics, GNC Procedures: Speaks Terran(Common Earth Language), GNC Common, among many other planetary languages

Personality: Crisin is gruff and has no patience with anything. Due to her age and position she has become an elitist and like many Tower Leads tends to look down on any that are not off her rank, save one. Silvia is the only person she has ever shown any kindness to but to most is appears as a mild tolerance.

Crystal: Crisin possesses a large Black Crystal that has a plain cut and simple shine. It is not her first, which finally cracked after many years of use. This devastated Crisin and sent her out of commission for a while until a suitable replacement. Once one was acquired she was quickly back in the Tower Seat and to work.

History: Born and raised on Earth, Crisin has known little else, only stepping off world for required meetings with other GNC. Due to the fact that Earth is in no strategic, she has yet to convince the GNC to allow the meetings to take place on earth, which enrages her. Little of her life is known before the acquisition of her most recent Crystal. It is not something she speaks about. For the last 24 years she has raised Silvia, something she was not originally pleased about and it was no secret. After the years began to pass though, Crisin became attached to Silvia and began to be more motherly to her in some aspects of life. Though she was never easy on Silvia, knowing what talents she possessed and how strong she could become, but she has grown very protective of Silvia and has tried her best to keep her on Earth for as long as possible. When news came that Silvia was finally leaving for final Tower training Crisin lost it, she felt Silvia could train just as well on Earth as anywhere. In secret she already had been and knew Silvia was fully capable of taking over any tower at a moments notice, though she has never told Silvia that. She had hoped that Silvia would remain on Earth and take over her home planets Tower but GNC is not going to let that happen. Causing Crisin to finally begin to have a distaste of their tactics.

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

I know we don't have a rotation set up but before we get to any battles or larger plot scenes we may want to. Just to keep it bit more smooth and give people time to post when action is going on. (Since some cannot post as quickly as others.) I like free to flow during the general Rp but I fear it may get a little hectic during battle scenes and the like.

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Sana sat there, her head buried in her pack as people talked of their lives and the music played. The sounds it produced were beautiful, reminding her of her time as a child when she would listen to performers. Even though she had left home long ago, she was what she was, no amount of time away would ever change that and it caused her to long for the sound of a violin from time to time. At least the harp was the soft sound of fingers and strings instead of the beating of drums, it was something she could relax to as opposed to preparing for battle. It allowed her to calm herself and clear her head. She couldn’t hold it against Hugh for his laughter, knowing had the position been reversed she would have reacted in the same manner. Sometimes in life things just struck you as funny and you couldn’t help it, this was one of those times.

Feeling Hugh return and sit next to her, she took a deep breath and turned her head revealing her features. A slightly remorseful look came from her eyes as her lips thinned, nodding as she looked up to him. Wanting to say something, let him know that it was okay, but she dared not speak again unless it couldn’t be helped. All Sana could think to do is reach out and pat his knee gently, giving it a slight squeeze, a small touch to hopefully convey that everything was alright. Straightening up and resting back against the wagon she waved off the tobacco. She never was one to partake in the leaf and she was afraid of any other unknown side effects at this point. Pointing to her throat and grimacing slightly she shook her head no.

Glancing out the back of the wagon for a moment, she hoped the effects would wear off soon enough. She felt herself becoming less awake and slightly drowsy, apparently what the barkeep had given her was not near as strong as what her mother used to brew and she was grateful. To think it may keep her awake for the next ten to twelve hours didn’t sit well with her. Letting out a sigh of relief she looked back over to Hugh and smiled slightly before turning her head away and stifling a slight yawn.

Resting down as best she could in her seat, she attempted to get comfortable but the wagon wasn’t exactly the best place for it. It wasn’t exactly like the wagons she grew up with, grand and opulent, a fully functioning home on wheels. Right now she would have paid a kings ransom for the soft deep feathered beds and colorful sheets of her youth. For now she would have to settle with the hard wood of the wagon.

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Sana leaned back against her seat and sighed deeply, she was beyond embarrassed at this point. She had acted the fool, lost her composure once again, stumbled over her words and to add insult to injury she now sounded like a mouse who was caught in a trap every time her lips parted. Looking at Hugh as he stammered over his word and exclaimed an attempt at an exclamation she felt her face go red. Turning away from him quickly and shifting in her place she attempted to cover her reaction. She was mortified and felt matters couldn't get any worse. Of course, she was wrong. As most know you should never believe it can't get any worse, it always can. And it did.

It was soft at first but it slowly became a sound that couldn't be ignored. Hugh sitting there laughing whole heartedly and doing a horrid job at attempting to cover it up. Her head turning slowly to look at him out of the corner of her vision, her eyes slitted in frustration. As he got up to go to his horse she squeaked a shout as best she could. "Stop laughing! It's not funny!"

Grumbling she picked up her pack and dropped it in her lap before bending down and resting her head upon it, arms wrapped around it and hands locking on opposite wrists to stay in place. She refused to look back over to Hugh as he returned or answer him. She rocked slightly on place as the wagon pulled out and a bit more once again as speed picked up outside of the city. Hopefully now she could get some rest and wake up in the morning, this whole thing nothing more than a bad memory, but she knew the substance would keep her away for a while longer.