AtomicNut

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

Leaving the Rp.

Royal Rumble: Side-story

Sasha

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The taint of evil she-snakes was all-pervading, a testament on how mere words and acts could rot even the most pure thoughts and flail souls like the wrath of the gods and goddesses mars the flesh of sinners. That accursed hellion who spared no effort in even showing the clothing of her most intimate regions to the foul demonspawn in a moot attempt to cajole him in the unholy alliance, made a remark not unlike a poison barb coated in honey. Sasha's grip around her blade tightened, as the sound of metal against scabbard was heard.

But before she could expose how her heart matched those sinful albeit tasteful panties in colour, a peasant of the most rude persuasion dared interrupt her, with the excuse of importance. A fact the horrific demonspawn tried to capitalize by spouting drivel about judging people not by their appearance. As if! That witch-temptress underwear was proof of her sin! The one called Nid-whatever pressed on, with an offer of food, furthermore.

But she would not waver. Knowing these creatures, they would rather put a vile poison in her dish. Or badly-stewed broccoli.

"Justice never stops, not even against temptresses with hearts as black as their loincloths!" Sasha protested, throwing Alicia a glare with so much righteous fury her cheeks became puffy and her lips curled. Some people called it pouting, but they were uneducated villains.

Reluctantly ignoring the unholy couple (and most of the Nid-whatever drivel), Sasha spun around in her heels, turning to face the person whose demands of attention had broken any sort of etiquette.

"The nerve, peasant! Even if it most important, manners are to be observed. You don't want to end up like the harlot, flashing that black lace everywhere and making awful remarks about hunger just because she is sated by eating men! Nevertheless, in the name of Justice, I shall heed your request." She said, letting go of her sword.

"However, as punishment, you shall shoulder the costs of sating a crusader of Light like myself!" She demanded of Kato, as a second growl came from her stomach. If that stupid manservant of Yuri would not provide, the rude peasant should take his place!

Royal Rumble: Side-story

Sasha

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The quest marched onwards, no matter the sacrifices made. Life was but a test of fate and righteousness, and the gods always saw fit to test the mortals with their whims and hurdles. Sometimes, they were beyond their comprehension, but whom can comprehend a god? Sasha pondered, as she eyed the writings that defied any kind of human common sense. Math homework. That was a plebeian kind of thing! How dare they inflict that into her, the Illustrious of the Yenin? Still, if this was her test and ordeal, then so be it. She would conquer it with ever growing confidence.

Even if Yuri had once again, made her to fast in her vigil and denied her the sustenance of Tiramisu. Outrageous, but a Holy Maiden's job would be done in any kind of circumstance. She clung to her stomach, a gut feeling of emptiness within. The day and the class was done, and she could not think of anything better to do than to patrol the halls of the academy.

Justice would triumph!

She didn't have to wait long, for she spotted a covenant between third years. A couple of them, that as a newcomer, had only heard ghastly rumours and foul tales about. The Demondragon and the Witch. Would they join together and breed to cover the earth in foulspawn? She dared to think not. She clenched her fist in determination, as she slammed the door open.

"HALT EVILDOERS!" She announced. "What foul play is this, Nidfart the Wicked? Allying yourself with more dark powers to cover the school in foul-yet-cute demon-dragon-witch-spawn? I shall not abide such display in my honour as Yenin!" Sasha said, her hands quickly reaching for her hilt.

And then, the rumble of her stomach rudely interrupted her. How could that fool Yuri not give her sufficient food before questing?

Royal Rumble: Side-story

Hider

Name: Sasha Yenina "Crusader"


Age: 15

Grade: 1st year student.

Biography:

Sasha was born as the youngest of three in an aristocratic family, the Yenins. Ever since she was a child, she was fed the ideals of noblesse obligue and her highborn rights. Suffice to say "traditional" does not even begin to describe what kind of upbringing she had. She even had fencing and horseriding. However this left her quite reliant on her servants and elder siblings to do anything relatively modern or proactive. Sasha was however, a free spirit, and she often dreamt of living her own adventures as a white knight. And she tried to escape the mansion a few times.

When she was due of age, her parents, like those before her, enrolled her in Zakarov school where she would try and manifest her true calling and potential. Concerned about how she had received no small amount of coddling, her parents did also something unthinkable: They reduced the number of servants to just the bare minimum to get clothes and food.

Sasha was not happy about this, and turned her dissatisfaction into zeal, becoming quite eager to be a model student and a model knight. Her lack of contact with the modern world and destructive tendencies however put a stain in her otherwise well-intended record. Most students have found her overall fondness of cute things and sweets is an adequate way to quell her fury.

Powers:

Core: Holy Vessel:
Being Blessed by a particularly powerful Goddess of Light and Healing, Sasha's entire body has the quality of a relic. This means that for all intents and purposes, her entire body is holy. Even her sweat is consecrated and akin to holy water. The side effect of being consecrated is that her body is highly resistant to things that would mar her appearance and cripple her, and she will keep as a top fitness member of humankind no matter the circumstances. (It also makes her impossible to get rid of her generous... rear too.)

1: Aegis of Faith: A second layer of protection bestowed by the Goddess of Light, this makes her very unlikely to be affected by hostile magic and mind control - but there is a catch. It is a sustained effort, and the effect is stronger the more willpower she has to fight. Aegis won't work if she is tired or hesitant, or simply unaware of a foe.
2: Healing Hands: The healing aspect of her blessing allows her to shunt and cure wounds by merely touching them. The effect is not limited to her hands and increases with the amount of skin contact involved but intimate contact is seriously inappropiate and fairly scandalous.

3: Fulgurant Bolt: Sasha's ranged attack, a beam of holy energy that is emitted in a straight line from one of her hands, it has light and holy qualities, adequate to purge dark and unholy things. Against other beings the effect is reduced but it still packs quite a punch not unlike an electric taser. The rule of thumb is the more time she charges it the more powerful the blast is, and she can only fire so many in them in quick succession before needing to recharge.
Relationships:

Royal Rumble: Side-story

Hider

Name: Sasha Yenina "Crusader"



Age: 15

Grade: 1st year student.

Biography:

Sasha was born as the youngest of three in an aristocratic family, the Yenins. Ever since she was a child, she was fed the ideals of noblesse obligue and her highborn rights. Suffice to say "traditional" does not even begin to describe what kind of upbringing she had. She even had fencing and horseriding. However this left her quite reliant on her servants and elder siblings to do anything relatively modern or proactive. Sasha was however, a free spirit, and she often dreamt of living her own adventures as a white knight. And she tried to escape the mansion a few times.

When she was due of age, her parents, like those before her, enrolled her in Zakarov school where she would try and manifest her true calling and potential. Concerned about how she had received no small amount of coddling, her parents did also something unthinkable: They reduced the number of servants to just the bare minimum to get clothes and food.

Sasha was not happy about this, and turned her dissatisfaction into zeal, becoming quite eager to be a model student and a model knight. Her lack of contact with the modern world and destructive tendencies however put a stain in her otherwise well-intended record. Most students have found her overall fondness of cute things and sweets is an adequate way to quell her fury.

Powers:

Core: Holy Vessel:
Being Blessed by a particularly powerful Goddess of Light and Healing, Sasha's entire body has the quality of a relic. This means that for all intents and purposes, her entire body is holy. Even her sweat is consecrated and akin to holy water. The side effect of being consecrated is that her body is highly resistant to things that would mar her appearance and cripple her, and she will keep as a top fitness member of humankind no matter the circumstances. (It also makes her impossible to get rid of her generous... rear too.)

1: Aegis of Faith: A second layer of protection bestowed by the Goddess of Light, this makes her very unlikely to be affected by hostile magic and mind control - but there is a catch. It is a sustained effort, and the effect is stronger the more willpower she has to fight. Aegis won't work if she is tired or hesitant, or simply unaware of a foe.
2: Healing Hands: The healing aspect of her blessing allows her to shunt and cure wounds by merely touching them. The effect is not limited to her hands and increases with the amount of skin contact involved but intimate contact is seriously inappropiate and fairly scandalous.

3: Fulgurant Bolt: Sasha's ranged attack, a beam of holy energy that is emitted in a straight line from one of her hands, it has light and holy qualities, adequate to purge dark and unholy things. Against other beings the effect is reduced but it still packs quite a punch not unlike an electric taser. The rule of thumb is the more time she charges it the more powerful the blast is, and she can only fire so many in them in quick succession before needing to recharge.
Relationships:

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

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Mila Wagner

_{Garnian Salient: Post-Empire Trench Capture, August 25th - The Battle of Hill 58}

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Move. Move. Move. Mimi clenched her teeth, unable to do anything but to fidget, even though she was directly called out by another sapper who was tending the wounded Darcsen. How did he know her name? It didn't matter. She could feel the stares, and as if an egged viper, she steeled herself. Big sis Mimi would never show weakness if she could help it.

Isaac's speech however, brought her a window of opportunity, something she could do to show she wasn't completely useless. "Just one of our Darcsen troopers wounded, Lance Corporal. They're patching him up". She solemnly said, trying her best not to wake up the dozing Lucia. Poor creature needed sleep more than she needed breathing. Still, Mila Wagner was not finished. The fires were stoked once more, when he saw the other sapper spouting holier than thou crap.

"What a load of bullshit." Mimi snarled, as she stomped towards Archibald. "Are you taking care of our wounded, or are you taking care of your beatiful fantasy, you two-bit preacher. You want to know the reason why I reel when I see Darcsen? How could I not, as they would see me for an Imperial tormentor. People aren't as naive as you think, sapper." Mimi was now levelled against the sapper, staring him down with a piercing gaze as her hand reached for his collar.

"Spare me the drivel. It's all a fucking lie. We invented religion because we wanted to be better than beasts. But the difference between being -rational- and rabid animals, as you can see... is paper thin. It's kill or be killed." Mila said, as she released Archibald from her grasp."Even the little girl in the trench is a murderer... and we have to play pretend she will be fine and that she will be loved."

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Leaving due to aesthetic differences.

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

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Mila Wagner

_{Garnian Salient: Post-Empire Trench Capture, August 25th - The Battle of Hill 58}

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Mimi's dirty and grimy visage beamed up slightly. She had been called a Candy Lady... even with hesitations of fear, a clear feminine voice with friendly overtones. She just smiled, and decided to share her stash of candy with the newcomer. Diana was it? She smiled as she deposited the treat in her hand. "Mila Wagner, they call me Mimi." She said.

And now, apparently flirting was happening between the Corporal, who on second look was one of those Darcsen folks. Well at least he wasn't beaten up to death. That'd be bad. She didn't have much time to witness how another woman joined the fray, as she followed Michael, Isaac and the still torn Lucia to another section of the trench. If they were flirting, they probably wouldn't need a sisterly hug.

Lucia did, however, and Mimi forsake her uncleanliness as Isaac and Michael tried to console her. "Nobody will blame you for surviving, little kitten. Nobody. Like they said...we are now brothers and sisters." She told Lucia, as she cooed.

And then another soldier with a Federation uniform collapsed nearby. Mimi stood there, as others rushed to his aid. But she couldn't. She was frozen in the spot, as if she had seen a slimy giant slug crossed with a cockroach. Her otherwise reassuren face blanched all of a sudden, and the hugh he had around the riflewoman became awfully stiff.

"D...Darcsen." She whispered, before letting off Lucia and stepping a few steps back, fidgetting when she spotted Franz.

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Innocence Lost: Space Western Science Fantasy (Temporarily Open Again!)

Hi. Refer to It as Bob (V2)

"Sloshy Fleshbags, rejoice, for It, Bob, has decided to grace you with its fiery presence. Also, keep your sebaceous secretions off its shiny crystal surface."

Name: -Unpronounceable-, The Sword of Mars, Lord of Charcoal, Heretic Rho, Burner of Batallions, among many names. It goes by Bob. It just loves how pathetically flappy are the moist operculums of organic races when trying to pronounce it.

Age: Really Old, Crystals grow at a snail's pace.

Physical Description:

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Important items: "Does It look like it has pockets?"

Weapons: N/A

Spell List: Being a Kaisoken all of his spells are Master level.

Phantom Limbs(Telekinesis-World): Bob can create force effects as if it had sloshy appendages, allowing it to manipulated devices like an organic would. It can also hit with the force of a punch and even fling people who aren't too heavy. Like an organic would.

Plasma Jet (World): Bob's spell workhorse, the spell causes to manifest dissociated hot gas to be blasted in a direction towards a target. Bob can either hit a target or propel itself through space at good speed. It has short range, but it packs quite the punch.

Gravity Prison (World): Traps a target into a field that increases the target's gravity self-pull significantly. Softer targets might implode instead of just merely be paralyzed.

Plunder(High): Steals the magic energy of a target in its vicinity.

Disgregate(Change): Bob can turn into a fine dust without suffering any ill effects. While this form allows Bob to seep through crevices, it also makes very vulnerable to attacks that might scatter it across a wide area. The spell is not instantaneous, and if sufficiently disgregated, Bob might eventually cease to exist. Bob can also use it on other targets to slowly and painfully desintegrate them, but it has to be maintaned.

Reaggregate(Change): The opposite spell of Disgregate, Bob can use this to reassemble itself should it suffer damage. It also serves as minor healing spell for fleshbags (but given their sloshy internal structures it won't be able to heal anything beyond clean breaks and cuts). It can also repair broken equipment.

Sonic Armor(World): After a particularly pitched Battle, Bob found out that the fleshy beings were particularly resistant to the dreaded vibrations that would shatter many crystals. Having become acquainted with fleshy humans due to the sheer number of them it has unraveled, Bob can created a flesh facsimile who is supposed to be a mockery of its foes and strike terror on them. Results may vary, However. The armor requires material components to be summoned, and when encumbered with it, Bob loses the omni-directionality of its scanning senses (but gains human senses), and the ability to float and perform Telekinesis.

Force Shield(High): A shield made of raw mana. It's not the most efficient but works against a lot of things. It can protect other targets if they are near disgusting vicinity within Bob.

Misc. Abilities:

Kaisoken Biology: Bob is a durable crystal filled to the brim with mana. As a result he is exceptionally durable against abrasions, piercing attacks and cuts, while being susceptible to massive damage from blunt and sonic weapons. Heat and Cold have very, if little noticeable effect in its structure (though extremely hot temperatures might still melt him) and Kaisoken are resistant to vacuum. Kaisoken do not have traditional front or back, and their senses are more attuned to feel structures and mana. They also move by hovering. This means they do not have a back when sensing, but they're unable to detect chemical smells, and they can fail to detect subtle visual cues. They're able to perceive different frequencies than humans throughout their bodies (and replicating them is how they speak). While they can gauge structures and different materials, they also lack a fine sense of touch as well.

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Personality: Bob is a being of principles and absolutes most of the time. Loyal to its species and its species only, it finds that most of the known universe is horribly and disgustingly non-crystalline, which makes it be apprehensive of almost any kind of being. Fiercely protective of its kin, it also shows an unhealthy obsession with stripping all that is not perfectly crystalline of form and shape (which makes it be viewed as a dangerous lunatic by other species). A daredevil and proactive by nature, Bob usually lacks a sense of fear. While capable of sound judgement and reason, it has been betrayed and disgusted too many times to not lash back. It may have a soft spot for fellow victims of betrayal.

Short Bio: "Ever since Bob coalesced in a tiny Crystal in the planet of Kaisoken it gazed at the stars and their fiery cores. It always was marvelled on how all sorts of matter came to existence in such celestial forges. But what it found the most amazing was when some of these forges, when they run out of material, burned ever so brightly, spitting the laws of the cosmos in a last fiery stand only to leave a lasting scar of darkness in the fabric of existence itself. What you fleshbags called Supernovae, it was inspired by them. Others like it chose to weave. It chose to unravel. It was what you could call a warrior. It was what you could call an heretic. It burned across the cosmos the story of its existance. When the Thievers of light and Minerals, the Green mucks, what you refer as plant-folk Rau've it smiled in glee. It could turn into charcoal all of them, for they were vile. It did not really mind much the theft of our lessers cousins, as in the cosmos, the hard scratch and the soft are scratched. It served with what you call distinction and earned renown. It was again called to serve, this time by helping the green mucks against you fleshbags. But it drew the line when fleshbags tried to crush kin and put it inside them. It find it disgusting, and for that, they still must be crushed. Still, it does not harbour hard feelings to the fleshbags who were treated with our comrade's husks. For they were soft, and the soft are scratched. It finds amusing this fight between fleshbags, and it desires to join, so it can too, turn more organics into coal."

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

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Mila Wagner

_{Garnian Salient: Front Line, August 25th - The Battle of Hill 58}

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Mila stood there for a little while, her cries trying to exorcise the horrible visions on her mind to no avail. She registered one of the sappers, a ridiculously young one, saying something to her. But she never quite understood what he had just said, as the words never pierced the veil of her sorrow fully. Or at least she thought so, as being called clean was the least think she expected. However, thanks to all those drills, when the Lance corporal said something, her mind was fairly quick on the uptake. Charpentier, the Darcsen Corporal had crumbled. It was Corporal Black this time the one addressing the troops. His words made much more sense than the sapper's.

Shock huh? She was in shock. Jean Charpentier was in Shock. Half of the people if not all, were in Shock. Without even rising to her feet, she pieced something together rather quickly.

"It was a ...bloody charge into the trench, but our losses aren't as heavy as they... could have been." She answered to Isaac, her voice trembling, and still hiccuping quite a bit. And then, there was the wail. This one came from a rather young girl. It was all Mila needed. She snapped to her senses, eyes wide open, as she rubbed her teary face with the sleeve. It was then when she noticed the lance Corporal Charpentier pointing at her... but hesitating for some reason.

Get your bearings, Mila. What kind of older sister breaks down in tears? She thought to herself as she exerted force and made her lead-like limbs to stand, regaining her full towering height. She eyed both Charpentier and Black, before saying. "No need, I can do it, sir." She addressed both corporals. Her fist clenched and unclenched, before she unbuttoned part of the top of the uniform, accessing some kind of ... compartment inside her clothes, producing both a handkerchief and a smashed-up but pretty much unblooded packet of candy, before closing in Lucia.

"Hey. A pretty girl like you should not be crying like that." She said as she put a hand on Lucia's shoulder, still caked with the blood of enemies. "Look at me, kitten. There's no shame in being a survivor." She added, as the gears clicked in her mind, before drawing the still mostly clean handkerchief to wipe the grime off the private's face. "Do you want a humbug?" She finished.

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