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Division Agent
Apperance:
Name: Alexander Highstone
Age:29
Gender:Male
Skills:
-expert marksmen
-Advanced Hand-to-hand combat
-Vehicle repair
-Basic first aid
-Stealth
-survival training
Inventory:
- CheyTac Intervention rifle w/ 6.8mm Muzzle break and flash hider suppression adapter and suppressor (must be removed to fire .408 rounds). Us optics SN-9 10-42x80 with AN/PVS-14 GEN III night vision Pinnacle monocular
- .45 M1911 /w flash and sound suppressor
- SOG Combat Knife
- SOG Seal pup (Kept in boot)
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-water canteen
-Utility Knife
-Drinking fask(Filled with whiskey)
-x5 .375 7 round Magazines
-x3 .408 7 round magazines
-x6 .45 15 round magazines
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Backstory: Alex was raised in a military family. His father being a marine, because of this he moved around often and never lived anywhere for very long. becasue he was always moving it was easy to make friends fast but at the same time he never got close to people as he knew he would be gone in a few years and probably never see them ever again, preventing him from making deep connections with people and even to this day. His father also taught him how to shoot, fight and even fix cars. When he turned 18 the choice was easy, he joined in the USMC.
Boot camp was easy for him, considering he kept him self physically fit and most of it was physical training and shooting, both of which he was already very good at. His Military career was nothing spectacular but he scored high marks on all of his Evals and received MPs(Must Promote) Every time. Becasue of this he put in a package for Sniper Scout school. Later he was picked up for the program, but this is when problems started to arise. During a Psych eval he was Diagnosed as a Rational Sociopath. This meant that he didn't feel guilt but a rational mind keeps him in check(Basically he functions completely normal but he simply doesn't form deep bonds with people). This put his acceptance into into sniper scout school on hold while he was evaluated.
After months of sitting around he finally got word, after evaluation it was deemed that he was not only fit for duty, but his "condition" made him a better candidate as he could preform with out hesitation or remorse. This left a bad taste in his mouth. Soon enough though he had finished his school with top marks and high evaluation, learning survival and . The rest of his career started to shift after sniper school though. That mark on his record fallowed him though, COs always giving him the "you better watch where you aim that rifle" talk. Treating him as if he was some kind of ticking time bomb that would start shooting up his only men, This started to show in his evals as they were purposefully understating his performance. This lead to frustration and eventually out burst into anger from Alex. So instead he left, once his contract was up he left the marines.
A few months out of the military and that black mark kept fallowing him. having trouble finding a job because of it. Despite that though his skills were un-questionable and was approached by a man in a suit. He was given an opportunity to join into this "division" and his black mark would be removed. So of course he accepted, never thinking anything would ever really happen anyways so it was a win for him, he was even allowed to keep military grade weapons, seeing as he had trouble getting any in civilian life. After that he was stationed in New york, even worked out of a small garage at the base of an apartment building
NPCs:
, A 12 year old girl with black hair and green eyes,standing at 4'5 and a petite build. Despite her name there is no relation between the two. Her family was killed by the virus and Alex found her wondering the streets before taking him in, He isn't even sure if that his her last name, but she was shaken up when he found her and when he showed up with her he simply Said the name. As she started to get better and he asked her what her name was she only smiled at him Replying "Claudia Highstone" So he watched kept watch over her and takes care of her.
Apperance:
Name: Alexander Highstone
Age:29
Gender:Male
Skills:
-expert marksmen
-Advanced Hand-to-hand combat
-Vehicle repair
-Basic first aid
-Stealth
-survival training
Inventory:
- CheyTac Intervention rifle w/ 6.8mm Muzzle break and flash hider suppression adapter and suppressor (must be removed to fire .408 rounds). Us optics SN-9 10-42x80 with AN/PVS-14 GEN III night vision Pinnacle monocular
- .45 M1911 /w flash and sound suppressor
- SOG Combat Knife
- SOG Seal pup (Kept in boot)
-
-water canteen
-Utility Knife
-Drinking fask(Filled with whiskey)
-x5 .375 7 round Magazines
-x3 .408 7 round magazines
-x6 .45 15 round magazines
-
Backstory: Alex was raised in a military family. His father being a marine, because of this he moved around often and never lived anywhere for very long. becasue he was always moving it was easy to make friends fast but at the same time he never got close to people as he knew he would be gone in a few years and probably never see them ever again, preventing him from making deep connections with people and even to this day. His father also taught him how to shoot, fight and even fix cars. When he turned 18 the choice was easy, he joined in the USMC.
Boot camp was easy for him, considering he kept him self physically fit and most of it was physical training and shooting, both of which he was already very good at. His Military career was nothing spectacular but he scored high marks on all of his Evals and received MPs(Must Promote) Every time. Becasue of this he put in a package for Sniper Scout school. Later he was picked up for the program, but this is when problems started to arise. During a Psych eval he was Diagnosed as a Rational Sociopath. This meant that he didn't feel guilt but a rational mind keeps him in check(Basically he functions completely normal but he simply doesn't form deep bonds with people). This put his acceptance into into sniper scout school on hold while he was evaluated.
After months of sitting around he finally got word, after evaluation it was deemed that he was not only fit for duty, but his "condition" made him a better candidate as he could preform with out hesitation or remorse. This left a bad taste in his mouth. Soon enough though he had finished his school with top marks and high evaluation, learning survival and . The rest of his career started to shift after sniper school though. That mark on his record fallowed him though, COs always giving him the "you better watch where you aim that rifle" talk. Treating him as if he was some kind of ticking time bomb that would start shooting up his only men, This started to show in his evals as they were purposefully understating his performance. This lead to frustration and eventually out burst into anger from Alex. So instead he left, once his contract was up he left the marines.
A few months out of the military and that black mark kept fallowing him. having trouble finding a job because of it. Despite that though his skills were un-questionable and was approached by a man in a suit. He was given an opportunity to join into this "division" and his black mark would be removed. So of course he accepted, never thinking anything would ever really happen anyways so it was a win for him, he was even allowed to keep military grade weapons, seeing as he had trouble getting any in civilian life. After that he was stationed in New york, even worked out of a small garage at the base of an apartment building
NPCs:
haha sorry I been absent...I forgot to subscribe to this when you put the OOC up ><
Jorn looked about sitting by the fire "That is fine then, The companions haven't had a leader since Ysgramor, and it has worked fine for us" he stated as he looked up at the night sky before looking around. Everyone always seemed to want first watch, seeing as you usually got the most sleep that way but he let out a laugh "So it seems none of us are keen on sleeping so soon" he said as he looked over to the dunmer. "at least some of us like to stay pretty" he said as she seemed to already be off to bed. "Well, i'm in a mind to stay rather pretty my self, i'll take a later watch" he spoke with a large grin on his face as chances are he would only sleep for a few hours anyway as he got up from the fire and walking off. He tossed his bed roll down and removed his armor laying them at one end. He wore a simple tan shirt and brown pants under that as laid his head down on his armor. closing his eyes.
Fuzzy apples..yum. XD
Name: Jase "J.D." Dean
Age: 28
Faction: Protector
Job: Local mechanic/tattoo artist
Bio: Like most protectors, J.D. comes from a family of them, and was trained nearly his entire life. Fathers teaching sons, as his family was one of the best, they always seemed to be the fittest, strongest and fastest of he protectors. Something they chalked up to intense training and hunting being in there blood. Though he wasn't trained by his father, seeing as he died when he was young and he has little memories of the man. Growing up though, he was the town rebel with out a cause. Despite his knowledge of the towns deeper secrets he wanted nothing to do with it, slacking off during training, Getting in trouble, causing a ruckus in the name of fun, and otherwise causing mischief. Becasue of this he grew very familiar with the local police force, as well as the inside of a jail cell he spent many nights there there, he even went so far as to carve into the wall of one saying "J.D.'s cell, do no enter" stating that it was reserved for him.
The only thing he liked doing was working on cars/bikes, as well as getting tattoos, and learning how to tattoo as well, some of his tattoos his own work. The only thing he liked more then working on cars and bikes though, was driving them. Obeying all road laws of course. So of course when he got older he fixed up the old mechanic shop, put a tattoo parlor on top, where he also lives. Many people though he would grow out of his rebellious nature but he never did, getting into bar fights for fun, and often stirring up trouble.
Though everything changed when he was 25, a rogue vampire attacked his mother and killed her. That was the turning point in his life, and while he was cleaning out his family home he went into a fit of rage, throwing things around and destroying everything. And during this he found his fathers sword, a silver blade that he lifted up. He was trained to use it, his mother teaching him swordsmen ship. He approached Benjamin, saying he wanted to join the hunt for the rogue vampire as he held his father's sword and agreed to join the protectors. Though that night didn't go as he planed, his anger and brashness almost got him killed, and if it wasn't for Benjamin he probably would of died. Ever since that night he looked up to the older man as a sot of father figure, seeing as he never had one. He did learn something from that night, Up until now he had simply been acting like a child, even joining the proctors was something he did in a fit of rage and not really a full grown adult decision. But he decided to make the most of it, he focused all of his anger into training, learning how to use his fathers sword, shoot a gun, and fight. He already knew how to do these things, even slacking during training he picked them up. But now he honed those skills.
Personality: He is clam, that rowdiness of his youth behind him and he has learned to keep his anger in check. Being a bet reserved he still likes to go out and have fun, spending most of his day working at the garage or training he likes to go to the local bar to let off steam, sit around and talk with people laughing the night away. He even still gets in trouble every once in awhile, but more the playful kind. He holds some hatred for vampires, but for the most part he sees hating them as a whole the same as hating all humans for your average run of the mill murderer. He after along well enough with that vampire at the coffee shop across the street from his garage.
Family/Relationships?: Benjamin, He looks up to the man as his only real father figure in his life: Jason hunt, Spending a lot of time at the bar he feels a friendship to the owner and fellow protector.
Weapon(s) : Silver Katana, and two M1911 with silver bullets.
Other: His family has always been strong, fast, have good instinct and canines just love them. They never seem to get sick as J.D. him self doesn't ever remember getting sick. No one in his family has died for sickness that he knows of, most of them seemed to get killed, or live to an old age but still healthy as a horse as the ageing processes seems to take less of a toll on them. They mostly just chalked it up to good genes, but the truth is his family is long line of were wolves. The curse only rises once someone kills an innocent person, be it on purpose or on accident and many people haven't seen or heard of a werewolf in a very long time, mostly due to the fact that both vampires and humans hunted them to near extinction as the night of a full moon was something they both feared as for that one night werewolves would rise up and hunt down human and vampire a like as they were the mostly deadly predator out there. (as of now he doesn't change at all due to never having killed an innocent)
Age: 28
Faction: Protector
Job: Local mechanic/tattoo artist
Bio: Like most protectors, J.D. comes from a family of them, and was trained nearly his entire life. Fathers teaching sons, as his family was one of the best, they always seemed to be the fittest, strongest and fastest of he protectors. Something they chalked up to intense training and hunting being in there blood. Though he wasn't trained by his father, seeing as he died when he was young and he has little memories of the man. Growing up though, he was the town rebel with out a cause. Despite his knowledge of the towns deeper secrets he wanted nothing to do with it, slacking off during training, Getting in trouble, causing a ruckus in the name of fun, and otherwise causing mischief. Becasue of this he grew very familiar with the local police force, as well as the inside of a jail cell he spent many nights there there, he even went so far as to carve into the wall of one saying "J.D.'s cell, do no enter" stating that it was reserved for him.
The only thing he liked doing was working on cars/bikes, as well as getting tattoos, and learning how to tattoo as well, some of his tattoos his own work. The only thing he liked more then working on cars and bikes though, was driving them. Obeying all road laws of course. So of course when he got older he fixed up the old mechanic shop, put a tattoo parlor on top, where he also lives. Many people though he would grow out of his rebellious nature but he never did, getting into bar fights for fun, and often stirring up trouble.
Though everything changed when he was 25, a rogue vampire attacked his mother and killed her. That was the turning point in his life, and while he was cleaning out his family home he went into a fit of rage, throwing things around and destroying everything. And during this he found his fathers sword, a silver blade that he lifted up. He was trained to use it, his mother teaching him swordsmen ship. He approached Benjamin, saying he wanted to join the hunt for the rogue vampire as he held his father's sword and agreed to join the protectors. Though that night didn't go as he planed, his anger and brashness almost got him killed, and if it wasn't for Benjamin he probably would of died. Ever since that night he looked up to the older man as a sot of father figure, seeing as he never had one. He did learn something from that night, Up until now he had simply been acting like a child, even joining the proctors was something he did in a fit of rage and not really a full grown adult decision. But he decided to make the most of it, he focused all of his anger into training, learning how to use his fathers sword, shoot a gun, and fight. He already knew how to do these things, even slacking during training he picked them up. But now he honed those skills.
Personality: He is clam, that rowdiness of his youth behind him and he has learned to keep his anger in check. Being a bet reserved he still likes to go out and have fun, spending most of his day working at the garage or training he likes to go to the local bar to let off steam, sit around and talk with people laughing the night away. He even still gets in trouble every once in awhile, but more the playful kind. He holds some hatred for vampires, but for the most part he sees hating them as a whole the same as hating all humans for your average run of the mill murderer. He after along well enough with that vampire at the coffee shop across the street from his garage.
Family/Relationships?: Benjamin, He looks up to the man as his only real father figure in his life: Jason hunt, Spending a lot of time at the bar he feels a friendship to the owner and fellow protector.
Weapon(s) : Silver Katana, and two M1911 with silver bullets.
Other: His family has always been strong, fast, have good instinct and canines just love them. They never seem to get sick as J.D. him self doesn't ever remember getting sick. No one in his family has died for sickness that he knows of, most of them seemed to get killed, or live to an old age but still healthy as a horse as the ageing processes seems to take less of a toll on them. They mostly just chalked it up to good genes, but the truth is his family is long line of were wolves. The curse only rises once someone kills an innocent person, be it on purpose or on accident and many people haven't seen or heard of a werewolf in a very long time, mostly due to the fact that both vampires and humans hunted them to near extinction as the night of a full moon was something they both feared as for that one night werewolves would rise up and hunt down human and vampire a like as they were the mostly deadly predator out there. (as of now he doesn't change at all due to never having killed an innocent)
Adrian walked on that light bridge fallowing the sound of the music. For the most part he was just directing the man with the direction of the light bridge using his hands, as soon they got closer and he motioned to the house. He looked at Fastlane talking about blowing a hole in the side as he nodded, He pointed to the wall with his right hand then held it flat up vertically, his left pointed to the track and he laid it horizontal before pushing it to the hand that was supposed to be the wall. Hopefully he made that clear enough, and it seemed to have as they were standing right next to it. His hand pushed against the wall as he closed his eyes, touching the object he searched for it's resonate frequency, the wall started to shake a bit as he got closer until soon it was rattling hard, the whole building started to shake, tiles falling from the roof the ground below as he was focusing the sound in a small area, soon that wood started cracking out from his hands, chunks of it falling as it was shaking apart at the molecular level now. Once that area was rather brittle now he simply punched it, his fist tearing right through it as he ripped boards away. Soon the hole large enough for people to get out maybe four of five at a time.
That done it was onto job two, He looked down from his height hopped off the side dropping down onto an over hang half way to the ground. Walking to the edge of that he held out his right arm making a fist s he jumped up and fell down, landing on the ground with one knee down he punched the ground, it cracked under him as as powerful shockwave flew out much like it did before, those creatures closest to him being ripped apart by the force and flying back in gore as the further of them survived but were getting scattered about smashing into walls and going splat while others simply bounced off the ground before getting up, missing parts but still moving. When fighting you couldn't really hear anything from his attacks, mostly due to the human ears inability to detect the frequency's so high or so low. Though you get get the initial sound pulse before he adjusted it, so when he landed it sounded like rather large explosion before going silent. Not in the way he muted every thing before.
He really didn't want those things getting close to him as he held out his hands and started sending out sound waves as the concussive force was knocking them back. But this would only hold them at bay as they were getting closer around him. His foot slammed down in another powerful shock wave blasted out as he looked around and picked up a metal bat. He twirled the weapon in his hand as he grabbed it and swung hard bashing a shamble in the side of the head, the metal bat rang out louder then it should have as the shamble's head burst into chunks and he turned hitting another in the stomach, this ones torso blew off before she shifted. A shamble tackled him, or it stripped and was shambling he wasn't sure, but the latter is probably the most likely. He brought his knee up into its stomach as it lifted up into the air and that bat came swinging down throwing it to the ground in a splattering mess. He turned and kicked another, through his sound waves were powerful, he had less control then people might thing. Most of the time he has to be very careful not to kill anyone, but right now that didn't matter, he didn't hold back.
He was grinning as he fought, sweat dripping down his brow as he kicked a shamble sending it flying off into a fence. This was the most fun he has had in awhile.
That done it was onto job two, He looked down from his height hopped off the side dropping down onto an over hang half way to the ground. Walking to the edge of that he held out his right arm making a fist s he jumped up and fell down, landing on the ground with one knee down he punched the ground, it cracked under him as as powerful shockwave flew out much like it did before, those creatures closest to him being ripped apart by the force and flying back in gore as the further of them survived but were getting scattered about smashing into walls and going splat while others simply bounced off the ground before getting up, missing parts but still moving. When fighting you couldn't really hear anything from his attacks, mostly due to the human ears inability to detect the frequency's so high or so low. Though you get get the initial sound pulse before he adjusted it, so when he landed it sounded like rather large explosion before going silent. Not in the way he muted every thing before.
He really didn't want those things getting close to him as he held out his hands and started sending out sound waves as the concussive force was knocking them back. But this would only hold them at bay as they were getting closer around him. His foot slammed down in another powerful shock wave blasted out as he looked around and picked up a metal bat. He twirled the weapon in his hand as he grabbed it and swung hard bashing a shamble in the side of the head, the metal bat rang out louder then it should have as the shamble's head burst into chunks and he turned hitting another in the stomach, this ones torso blew off before she shifted. A shamble tackled him, or it stripped and was shambling he wasn't sure, but the latter is probably the most likely. He brought his knee up into its stomach as it lifted up into the air and that bat came swinging down throwing it to the ground in a splattering mess. He turned and kicked another, through his sound waves were powerful, he had less control then people might thing. Most of the time he has to be very careful not to kill anyone, but right now that didn't matter, he didn't hold back.
He was grinning as he fought, sweat dripping down his brow as he kicked a shamble sending it flying off into a fence. This was the most fun he has had in awhile.
Antafien looked at the man who and stood in front of him. He looked straight into his eyes, though it seemed like more then just a polite looking at someone when you talk. It was like he was looking into the depths of his eyes. That gaze met his red hues as he could feel something start to stir inside of himself. The way those eyes looked filled him with the feeling of...well you know he felt....well...he felt Completely weirded out. That awkward moment hung for a few moments as his head drew back and looked to the right, as his eyes shifted left to look at the man in a kind of 'can I help you' expression as he averted them looking right before looked back left to see if he had moved. Though he supposed everybody walked different "lifestyles", and it was a bit flattering, he always considered himself a rather good looking fellow. But still that awkward moment of silence seemed to drag on forever as it would never end, before thankfully it was soon broken by others speaking up in what seemed to be barely contained hysteria.
His eyes shifted to the man with the spear as he spoke of Lucia, he also took a step back away from Bram, didn't need him getting the wrong idea. Kain was his name he believed, that spear of his let him stand out, as people would know him by that long coat he always wore, he watched as Kain seemed to rant and ramble on, and not soon another spoke. This man with a glaive didn't even bother trying to contain his hysteria, either that or he was touched in the head, though it did sound like a bit of fun. Finally he drew his attention to Kain "Only a fool underestimates their opponent, She has clearly planed all of this for years and nobody knew about it. I wouldn't write her out so easily" he stated as while he liked.... Guan he believed his name to be, while he liked Guan's enthusiasm he seemed more like a fanatic then a warrior. "Calm your self, you don't want to rush in with out knowing what your up against, as you would only be rushing to your death" Finally he looked back to Bram, still feeling awkward as he took just one more step back just be safe. Despite that though the man spoke truth "Bram, It's Bram right?" he asked before looking out of the town after getting an answer "Bram is right we need to see to the safry of the civilians, our number one priority, and our duty is there safety" he stated as he averted his eyes to the sky, it was quite for this moment, but how long that moment would last was a mere gamble. "In worse case we may have to support a mass exodus."
His eyes shifted to the man with the spear as he spoke of Lucia, he also took a step back away from Bram, didn't need him getting the wrong idea. Kain was his name he believed, that spear of his let him stand out, as people would know him by that long coat he always wore, he watched as Kain seemed to rant and ramble on, and not soon another spoke. This man with a glaive didn't even bother trying to contain his hysteria, either that or he was touched in the head, though it did sound like a bit of fun. Finally he drew his attention to Kain "Only a fool underestimates their opponent, She has clearly planed all of this for years and nobody knew about it. I wouldn't write her out so easily" he stated as while he liked.... Guan he believed his name to be, while he liked Guan's enthusiasm he seemed more like a fanatic then a warrior. "Calm your self, you don't want to rush in with out knowing what your up against, as you would only be rushing to your death" Finally he looked back to Bram, still feeling awkward as he took just one more step back just be safe. Despite that though the man spoke truth "Bram, It's Bram right?" he asked before looking out of the town after getting an answer "Bram is right we need to see to the safry of the civilians, our number one priority, and our duty is there safety" he stated as he averted his eyes to the sky, it was quite for this moment, but how long that moment would last was a mere gamble. "In worse case we may have to support a mass exodus."
that is fine with me mate.
Jorn kept up his pace as the orc rushed by him, He looked to him as he caught that scent of his, though he ignored it for the most part considering he would have to be in his beast form to get a good read on it. He somewhat wished this was a companion adventure, at least then he wouldn't have to worry about anybody finding out what he was, and they would hunt together. It was then that the Jhajit was speaking, Jorn looking over and shook his head as the orc responded "harsh words, but true words" he said as he walked so he was a little closer to the Khajit "If one thinks him self weak, then he is weak" He added before turning his head to him "though strength is not only measured how large your sword or axe is. Find what makes you strong" he said. His family worked of a system of the older generations teaching the new, as well he helped out with training with the companion's new members. Such things came easy to natural to him as he looked up at the dunmer and orc. He could of matched there pace, maybe even gone faster. But they were already pulling a head as he looked over to his fellow nord "Would you mind moving to the back of our little group. We should have our strongest fighters in the front and back." he said looking forward at the two slowly pulling ahead. He understood eagerness to get there, but when travailing in a group you only move as fast as your slowest member.
Soon camp was being made, he looked around some and then saw the orc, he seemed irritated. Jorn understood that slightly as he him self could keep going, but for now he took in a deep breach of that cold mountain air as he exhaled and he could his breath. Deciding to take a moment he walked away from the camp, standing on he edge of the mountain as he looked out over the horizon and that vast distance. The distance howl of wolves as he looked up at the two moons. He wanted to go out and hunt, but for now such things would have to wait as he turned back around walking back to the camp. He made his way through it to Ulemi "Have you met Irileth? She is a housecarl to Jarl Balgruuf in whiterun" he stated as he sat down before her, one knee up he rested an arm pulling out some bread and meat. Holding the meat ontop he bit into it chewing and swallowing it. "She is dunmer like you, you honestly remind me of her a bit. Very capable fighter, strong willed, slightly stubborn" he said looking around the camp "though she had more experience in leading I suspect." he spoke quietly in the last part, not wanting the others to hear this. He took a bite of his bread chewing on it as he smiled swallowing before speaking, still he kept his voice low "if we are to live we need to act less like individuals, and more like a group. Look at wolves, they take care of there wounded, bring it food until it can hunt once more. They move at the pace of there slowest member." he stated looking around at some of the others "If you are to be the leader you shouldn't be so far ahead that you can't command, and you should get to know the people under you. Know where they are strong, where they are weak so you can plan accordingly, for some of us it is obvious where we are strong, we wear our armor and carry are large weapons. A fool knows what we can do, but what of the others, the more subtle ones" He made a motion with his head shrugging his shoulders as if to say 'who knows' "Take my counsel or ignore it, it's up to you." he was well traveled, and very used to working in groups as well as working alone, adventuring was his lively hood and he had done it his entire life.
Standing up he walked away leaving there leader as he looked around the camp. The path was narrrow up the mountain and fallowed a clif for the most part, this was good cause it meant there was less places for surprise attack. He took a seat around the fire eating his bread and meat, he wasn't honestly expecting to much from the likes of bandits or anything. There wasn't really anywhere to set up a good camp, the only way up started to close to a town. No bandits shouldn't be a problem, but his homeland had far worse things then bandits to deal with. "So who wants the first watch?" he announced leaning back and finishing off his food as he sat by the fire, he himself didn't care, he didn't get much sleep as that wolf inside was restless and caused restless sleep and he would probably be up for most of the night.
Soon camp was being made, he looked around some and then saw the orc, he seemed irritated. Jorn understood that slightly as he him self could keep going, but for now he took in a deep breach of that cold mountain air as he exhaled and he could his breath. Deciding to take a moment he walked away from the camp, standing on he edge of the mountain as he looked out over the horizon and that vast distance. The distance howl of wolves as he looked up at the two moons. He wanted to go out and hunt, but for now such things would have to wait as he turned back around walking back to the camp. He made his way through it to Ulemi "Have you met Irileth? She is a housecarl to Jarl Balgruuf in whiterun" he stated as he sat down before her, one knee up he rested an arm pulling out some bread and meat. Holding the meat ontop he bit into it chewing and swallowing it. "She is dunmer like you, you honestly remind me of her a bit. Very capable fighter, strong willed, slightly stubborn" he said looking around the camp "though she had more experience in leading I suspect." he spoke quietly in the last part, not wanting the others to hear this. He took a bite of his bread chewing on it as he smiled swallowing before speaking, still he kept his voice low "if we are to live we need to act less like individuals, and more like a group. Look at wolves, they take care of there wounded, bring it food until it can hunt once more. They move at the pace of there slowest member." he stated looking around at some of the others "If you are to be the leader you shouldn't be so far ahead that you can't command, and you should get to know the people under you. Know where they are strong, where they are weak so you can plan accordingly, for some of us it is obvious where we are strong, we wear our armor and carry are large weapons. A fool knows what we can do, but what of the others, the more subtle ones" He made a motion with his head shrugging his shoulders as if to say 'who knows' "Take my counsel or ignore it, it's up to you." he was well traveled, and very used to working in groups as well as working alone, adventuring was his lively hood and he had done it his entire life.
Standing up he walked away leaving there leader as he looked around the camp. The path was narrrow up the mountain and fallowed a clif for the most part, this was good cause it meant there was less places for surprise attack. He took a seat around the fire eating his bread and meat, he wasn't honestly expecting to much from the likes of bandits or anything. There wasn't really anywhere to set up a good camp, the only way up started to close to a town. No bandits shouldn't be a problem, but his homeland had far worse things then bandits to deal with. "So who wants the first watch?" he announced leaning back and finishing off his food as he sat by the fire, he himself didn't care, he didn't get much sleep as that wolf inside was restless and caused restless sleep and he would probably be up for most of the night.
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