Yeah, Athinar is... pretty badass. I dunno if the sorceress will last long enough, even with the dehydration ray thing goin' on.
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@GrisetteYeah, I'm almost done with the whole thing. I'll put the relationships of the characters that are already completed down when I get there.
EDIT: Aaaaaand there we go! Everyone who's completed is in my Relationships section.
EDIT: Aaaaaand there we go! Everyone who's completed is in my Relationships section.
Equilibrium heard the Meta speaking before he saw him. About one second after the image on the screen reached up to his ear, presumably for an earpiece, a flashing red alert light indicated that there was a transmission coming from the Meta. It was a simple matter for him to reach out and intercept it, and allow it to pass along, uninhibited, and listen in.
".....eras outside and one inside the building, assessing the hypothesized trajectory of where his gun is, he’s pointing it directly at you, despite not being able to get a visual.”
“What? How is that possible? And how come you didn’t tell me there was a mech out there until now?”
“I didn’t tell you because it literally just dropped down, I was about to inform you, but clearly the person driving the mech already had the pleasure of doing so.” As for how it knows you’re there...have I ever told you that you are easily detectable on a both Geiger Counters and Energy Readers?”
“Wait, what?”
“Yeah, you glow like a christmas tree. You’re a walking kinetic battery, it’s nearly impossible to ignore that.”
“And you never informed me before?”
“It never came up, nobody we’ve ever fought carries such devices. Plus, we aren’t usually hired for stealth missions, so there’s never been a worry for such things.”
“Pft, whatever, if someone wants to call me out, I’m sure as hell not going to disappoint. It’s about time I had another fight on my hands, I was getting bored.”
“I’d advise caution, we don’t know what this thing is capable of.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know the drill.”
The meta pushed the double doors open, and as he came out lackadaisically, Equilibrium was in the process of sending a worm to burrow into the mercenary handler's system, beginning with the communications. It was a nasty piece of code, an adaptive, and extremely damaging virus. Rather than trying to recover the intel of the opposing system, BASILISK=03r5_45.exe trampled everything else in its path, gunning straight to this... >0330_WARDEN_54.556's system. While it appeared to be a simple attack code, it was deceptively so. If anyone got a hold of the base code, it would split apart, and move even quicker to the base system, and upon reaching it, would commit suicide to literally fry the computer's hard drive.
When the Meta came out, and seemed to be genuinely impressed with the ATD, Equilibrium felt a flush of pride, and waved a hand. The one that didn't have the gun. He kept the ASM tracking the Meta's every movement, aiming towards center mass. Aiming for the head is overrated. You have so little chance to hit with a machine gun, if pointing at the skull. The torso is bigger, and easier to hit. However, this wouldn't matter, since the spread was large enough to cover an entire human being, and loaded with explosives.
"Aw, stop it you. And yes, I built my body with my own... well, with hands." Hopefully this would keep the mercenary from telling if he was human or not. It appeared that there had been alien appearances lately. Wouldn't surprise him. As the merc. circled him, Equilibrium engaged the 'Merlin' shield. Those energy ratings were off the scale. While the ATD could handle most physical energies without it, he didn't know what this guy was capable of.
He let out a barking laugh, which sounded realistically human, even through the electronic distortion. "Bah! I don't care about secret identities. It'd be better for everyone if they just came out and told everyone the truth. Not quite as stressful. Although it might be slightly hypocritical for me to not reveal my identity, so my name is Equilibrium. Your name?" He traced the Meta's movement with his gun, the projected course visible, in his synced vision, and made minute changes in his his footwork, not enough to force him to move too much.
As the Meta made that last remark, Equilibrium made a wolfish grin, in the red glow of the cockpit. Pointing his right hand at the merc, he mimed firing a gun. "This." Disconnecting the connection between this... WARDEN and the mercenary, a loud squeal of static should be the only sound coming from the earpiece now, rendering it a useless hunk of plastic and wiring. Immediately lowering his finger gun, he clenched it into a fist, and opened fire with the explosive rounds, hopefully striking the merc soundly in the chest. If he dodged, he would swing the gun around to the projected location, and fire on that place. Simultaneously charging his jump jets, he made ready to launch into the air, for whatever reason.
Name: Erwun Calfrace, "The Undertaker"
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical Description: Erwun is a thin, spindly man who stands taller than most others, pale face stretched over a hawklike nose, sharp cheekbones, and a pinched chin. His ever-changing hazel eyes are almost never visible under his sandy blonde hair. He wears tight-fitting clothing under large, billowy capes and coats. Despite this, he has been described as having a sort of exotic beauty, almost like that of an elf.
Skillset:
Undertaking: Due to his being born to an undertaker father, Erwun knows every method of corpse preperation, enbalming, and burial, even those of other races.
Surgery: Due to his close work with dead people, Erwun knows the anatomy of live ones, and can perform surgery, although he might need the assistance of a good herbalist to keep the patient from taking ill.
Arsenal Combat: Erwun, rather than becoming a superior fighter with one weapon, trained with several odd, exotic weapons and gadgets. (Think Van Helsing repeater crossbow, smoke bombs, and extendable spear.) He is also a fair brawler, able to fight his way out of most situations.
Far Ancestry: Once, there was an elf. He lived alone, a disgrace to his people, for some trespass long forgotten. He lived on the borders of their then-empire, just outside a human village, a small crafting town of barely 200. This was still when the elves lived to be ancient, so over the years, there came to be a legend of a phantom in the woods. Some stories said that he was the vengeful ghost of the forest, others, a man, looking for his love long lost. Those stories were always taken as such, though, and never given much thought.
Once, there was a girl who grew up on the stories of the mysterious phantom of the woods. This girl grew up to be a woman, quite beautiful, in fact. She was the most desired woman of the village, yet, always the most unattaible, her heart yearning to know what the phantom was. One day, when she was in the woods, collecting berries and roots, she got her wish.
When he was on watch, guarding the town he had grown so close to, even if he could never be accepted by them, the elf saw the most beautiful thing in the world. In a brash act that would set off a monumental sqeuence of events, he revealed himself to the woman. They fell in love, and even though they tried to keep it secret, the village found out when the woman became pregnant.
Most in the village were surprisingly acceptant of the elf, but this peace wouldn't last. As soon as word got out, a band of elves came to punish the man who dared father a child with a lesser race. This resulted in everyone in the village, except the woman and unborn child, getting killed. The child grew up in a town, far away from that tragic history, and fathered a line of men with diluted elf blood. When magic was still around, his line benefited from good health, magnificent looks, and long life(at least, long by human standrds.) However, the only benifit left, with magic gone, are their dashing good looks.
Character History:
Erwun was raised in the Yamiss district, son to an undertaker and a spice merchant, although his mother died when he was quite young. However, this didn't detract from his childhood, the fact that his father worked in graveyards, and that his mother was dead, because his father loved him enough for two people.
Despite his happy childhood, his teenage years strained his relationship with his father somewhat, as others looked down upon his family for their profession. This meant that he wandered the streets, getting into trouble, and causing it. However painful his relationship with his father was, he still kept up the cheerful demeanor, surprising some. Then, everything changed. His father was murdered by several of Pykas' men, as they were walking home from the Zalot District. Luckily, some of the heroes were there already, and killed the soldiers before they could harm Erwun.
Initially, they were sort of reluctant to have him with them, because he was sixteen at the time, until he had proven his prowess by taking a crossbow, and making it shoot quickly, by adding a lever and bolt chamber, and creating other such weapons. Although he wasn't a weaponsmith, Erwun showed a surprising aptitude for creating such weapons, so they took him along.
Erwun is one of the heroes that didn't formally 'retire', seeing the corruption in Dara, even though Pykas was gone. However, even without going back into the limelight, he was one of the more popular 'heroes', as the dashing young man charmed many young (and older) women. He was also popular among the young boys, as they all wanted to be him. Despite this, he has not yet returned, despite popular demand, although the call to be a Guardian might be too much to ignore. He has since devoted himself to uprooting the criminal element in Dara, and has earned himself the title of 'The Undertaker'. Apt, considering his day job. He still does burials and funeral ceremonies, and even the odd surgery, in a pinch.
Psychological Profile:
Erwun used to be a bright and happy man, even though he was caught up in something way beyond him, in the fight against Pykas. However, when they fought Cyrabassis, something changed. Not even the other heroes know what happened, as he was separated from everyone else, falling into a pit, which led to tunnels below the citadel. When he emerged, he was trembling, holding onto the head of a fallen... thing, and covered in blood, from head to toe. Luckily, he was there to help fight Cyrabassis, but everyone could tell that there was something off about him now. He became more sardonic and mocking, and even slightly nihilistic. However, he still is a good person, under all the gruff, and shows affection in his own... special way.
Equipment:
Undertaker's Tools- Erwun has all of the tools necessary to perform burials, embalm corpses, and take care of graves.
Autopsy/Surgery Kit- He has the tools for performing an autopsy on corpses, which can double as surgeon's tools.
Arsenal- Erwun has a large arsenal of oddball weapons, ranging from a repeating lever-action crossbow, to a telescoping spear, to a bizarre bola-launcher.
Titles/Holdings/Power Base:
Erwun has a large funeral business, called Calfrace Funeral Services, which provides services for whatever kind of funeral for any race. It is the largest organization of undertakers, elven garden caretakers, dwarven tomb carvers, and embalmers in the Yamiss district, and that's saying something. About the time of the beginning of the roleplay, they have gotten so large as to consider applying for Guild status.
He also has a small network of vigilantes and bounty hunters that he keeps in touch with, to help with his crime-fighting activities. They are all either very skilled or above average at the very least, and were attracted to him by his cause, his money, or his former glory. However, they only get together once a month to trade information, and plan larger-scale operations.
Relationships
Kanros the Raven- Erwun used to admire him as a hero, but nowadays dislikes his self-centeredness. However, he still respects him, and views him as a trusted comrade.
Nasharia the Verdant- He used to think she was hot. Still does, but is put off by her ambition. Again, views her as a comrade, and friend.
Haljon- Used to be his close friend. Now, he blames him for abandoning him in the tunnels below Cyrabassis' citadel. Doesn't want to have anything to do with him, but if he does, will constantly be at odds with most everything he says or does.
Cxin Djwal Leytan- Disliked the nervous, timid young man who was in the group before Cyrabassis. Likes his self-assuredness, but doesn't like his personal detachment, nowadays.
Linric Tealeaf- His one best friend, before and after Cyrabassis. They used to write each other, but now they have drifted apart. He still views him as a close friend, however.
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical Description: Erwun is a thin, spindly man who stands taller than most others, pale face stretched over a hawklike nose, sharp cheekbones, and a pinched chin. His ever-changing hazel eyes are almost never visible under his sandy blonde hair. He wears tight-fitting clothing under large, billowy capes and coats. Despite this, he has been described as having a sort of exotic beauty, almost like that of an elf.
Skillset:
Undertaking: Due to his being born to an undertaker father, Erwun knows every method of corpse preperation, enbalming, and burial, even those of other races.
Surgery: Due to his close work with dead people, Erwun knows the anatomy of live ones, and can perform surgery, although he might need the assistance of a good herbalist to keep the patient from taking ill.
Arsenal Combat: Erwun, rather than becoming a superior fighter with one weapon, trained with several odd, exotic weapons and gadgets. (Think Van Helsing repeater crossbow, smoke bombs, and extendable spear.) He is also a fair brawler, able to fight his way out of most situations.
Far Ancestry: Once, there was an elf. He lived alone, a disgrace to his people, for some trespass long forgotten. He lived on the borders of their then-empire, just outside a human village, a small crafting town of barely 200. This was still when the elves lived to be ancient, so over the years, there came to be a legend of a phantom in the woods. Some stories said that he was the vengeful ghost of the forest, others, a man, looking for his love long lost. Those stories were always taken as such, though, and never given much thought.
Once, there was a girl who grew up on the stories of the mysterious phantom of the woods. This girl grew up to be a woman, quite beautiful, in fact. She was the most desired woman of the village, yet, always the most unattaible, her heart yearning to know what the phantom was. One day, when she was in the woods, collecting berries and roots, she got her wish.
When he was on watch, guarding the town he had grown so close to, even if he could never be accepted by them, the elf saw the most beautiful thing in the world. In a brash act that would set off a monumental sqeuence of events, he revealed himself to the woman. They fell in love, and even though they tried to keep it secret, the village found out when the woman became pregnant.
Most in the village were surprisingly acceptant of the elf, but this peace wouldn't last. As soon as word got out, a band of elves came to punish the man who dared father a child with a lesser race. This resulted in everyone in the village, except the woman and unborn child, getting killed. The child grew up in a town, far away from that tragic history, and fathered a line of men with diluted elf blood. When magic was still around, his line benefited from good health, magnificent looks, and long life(at least, long by human standrds.) However, the only benifit left, with magic gone, are their dashing good looks.
Character History:
Erwun was raised in the Yamiss district, son to an undertaker and a spice merchant, although his mother died when he was quite young. However, this didn't detract from his childhood, the fact that his father worked in graveyards, and that his mother was dead, because his father loved him enough for two people.
Despite his happy childhood, his teenage years strained his relationship with his father somewhat, as others looked down upon his family for their profession. This meant that he wandered the streets, getting into trouble, and causing it. However painful his relationship with his father was, he still kept up the cheerful demeanor, surprising some. Then, everything changed. His father was murdered by several of Pykas' men, as they were walking home from the Zalot District. Luckily, some of the heroes were there already, and killed the soldiers before they could harm Erwun.
Initially, they were sort of reluctant to have him with them, because he was sixteen at the time, until he had proven his prowess by taking a crossbow, and making it shoot quickly, by adding a lever and bolt chamber, and creating other such weapons. Although he wasn't a weaponsmith, Erwun showed a surprising aptitude for creating such weapons, so they took him along.
Erwun is one of the heroes that didn't formally 'retire', seeing the corruption in Dara, even though Pykas was gone. However, even without going back into the limelight, he was one of the more popular 'heroes', as the dashing young man charmed many young (and older) women. He was also popular among the young boys, as they all wanted to be him. Despite this, he has not yet returned, despite popular demand, although the call to be a Guardian might be too much to ignore. He has since devoted himself to uprooting the criminal element in Dara, and has earned himself the title of 'The Undertaker'. Apt, considering his day job. He still does burials and funeral ceremonies, and even the odd surgery, in a pinch.
Psychological Profile:
Erwun used to be a bright and happy man, even though he was caught up in something way beyond him, in the fight against Pykas. However, when they fought Cyrabassis, something changed. Not even the other heroes know what happened, as he was separated from everyone else, falling into a pit, which led to tunnels below the citadel. When he emerged, he was trembling, holding onto the head of a fallen... thing, and covered in blood, from head to toe. Luckily, he was there to help fight Cyrabassis, but everyone could tell that there was something off about him now. He became more sardonic and mocking, and even slightly nihilistic. However, he still is a good person, under all the gruff, and shows affection in his own... special way.
Equipment:
Undertaker's Tools- Erwun has all of the tools necessary to perform burials, embalm corpses, and take care of graves.
Autopsy/Surgery Kit- He has the tools for performing an autopsy on corpses, which can double as surgeon's tools.
Arsenal- Erwun has a large arsenal of oddball weapons, ranging from a repeating lever-action crossbow, to a telescoping spear, to a bizarre bola-launcher.
Titles/Holdings/Power Base:
Erwun has a large funeral business, called Calfrace Funeral Services, which provides services for whatever kind of funeral for any race. It is the largest organization of undertakers, elven garden caretakers, dwarven tomb carvers, and embalmers in the Yamiss district, and that's saying something. About the time of the beginning of the roleplay, they have gotten so large as to consider applying for Guild status.
He also has a small network of vigilantes and bounty hunters that he keeps in touch with, to help with his crime-fighting activities. They are all either very skilled or above average at the very least, and were attracted to him by his cause, his money, or his former glory. However, they only get together once a month to trade information, and plan larger-scale operations.
Relationships
Kanros the Raven- Erwun used to admire him as a hero, but nowadays dislikes his self-centeredness. However, he still respects him, and views him as a trusted comrade.
Nasharia the Verdant- He used to think she was hot. Still does, but is put off by her ambition. Again, views her as a comrade, and friend.
Haljon- Used to be his close friend. Now, he blames him for abandoning him in the tunnels below Cyrabassis' citadel. Doesn't want to have anything to do with him, but if he does, will constantly be at odds with most everything he says or does.
Cxin Djwal Leytan- Disliked the nervous, timid young man who was in the group before Cyrabassis. Likes his self-assuredness, but doesn't like his personal detachment, nowadays.
Linric Tealeaf- His one best friend, before and after Cyrabassis. They used to write each other, but now they have drifted apart. He still views him as a close friend, however.
@NeutralNexusSooooooo giddy. I AM READY FOR THIS!
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<Snipped quote by Athinar>
Beat 'er up
;) Don't worry, I will. However, I think that a sentient antimagic void sword will be handy in that regard.
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Heh, water priestess thinks that drawing out the water and blood in Athinar will keep him from wrecking her shit. Hehehe. The perfect time for an abilty to manifest. Don't worry, it's not the magical exoskeleton. :)
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C for cheeky bronies.
And at least the delays aren't that long. *shrug*
It could be arranged that Myra's group goes with the Night Hunters to help.
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