Captain Jenno

~Majora's Mask: Oathkeeper's Dawn~

He's a little ahead of them, yeah. Leaning against a tree and trying so hard to be nonchalant that he most definitely probably isn't.

~Majora's Mask: Oathkeeper's Dawn~

"Stop staring at us!"

I'm good for a skip after they've interacted, then! Not like there's much else to be done, pre-Circus.

~Majora's Mask: Oathkeeper's Dawn~

Baklava said
It seems like there's a lot of mage characters, but it's actually fairly balanced.... Dillan, Oliver, and Alex are all completely non-magic. Anemos, Griga, and Zanya are all spellswords/spellfists with only Griga being an expert at both a combat skill and magic skill. Lynnette is the only spellcaster that doesn't have any other combat skill that can actually do damage. Arguably, Rissie and Teruk fall somewhere between those last two, since Rissie apparently doesn't carry her bow around and Teruk minors in pole arms and short blade. Nonetheless, it's kind of interesting that Chanda's character is the only one that uses armor. Kinda makes it all the more concerning to know that only Rissie has Medical Knowledge. I was mostly surprised to see that there were hardly any classic warrior-types. Like the whole sword and shield business, you know? We don't really have any Berserkers or Warriors-- I'd say most of them seem to be like a variation of a magic using and non-magic using rogues, but I don't know.I would simply categorize Lynnette as a Water/Shadow Mage. What would you categorize your character as?

I entertained the idea of creating a classic "knight" type, but, and I'm not sure why, a circus performer/roving vigilante seemed like a much funner prospect.

Anemos is definitely a "wind-monk" sort in combat, Wind/Bo combos are undeniably his modus operandi.
With a balanced combination of major acrobatic and athletic ability, he strikes quick and he strikes ruthless: In this way he's a lot different from Imprisoning War.
He isn't afraid to break a few bones if it means putting an enemy down, although he's still a none-lethalist at heart.
Because he insists on not killing, though, the acrobatics and athletics help him in becoming difficult to hit when it comes toe-to-toe.
That's also why he doesn't have any real armour training, though, because his combat style revolves around being quick, agile (which is also something that goes into his performing) and expertly versed in the use of his weapon, and is based on the idea of not giving the enemy the time or opening to attack.
The problem being that he's totally open to damage from a quicker opponent (lacking in armour skill and blocking skill), and he hasn't much of a chance when it comes to taking magic head-on, either. He's also not great at a distance, but fortunately he's good at disappearing (thank you, major in sneaking.)

Archetype wise, I suppose if I had to describe Anemos he'd be a "battle ready monk", although that's not factoring in the whole alter-ego thing, in which case Batman.

~Majora's Mask: Oathkeeper's Dawn~

It seemed that wherever Anemos seemed to pass- be it through tent city, the western district, the north or the east- and no matter how many different groups of people congregated within the town’s walls, there was one topic that every soul in Clock Town seemed to be collectively ecstatic about: The impending arrival of The Prince, son of Igos Du Ikana himself.
In Tent City, some of the impoverish spoke verbosely of how his return to Clock Town would mark “the end of their suffering”, as if he might take pity upon them all.
In the West and North, most of the enthusiasm was directed towards the possibility of perhaps establishing new trading relationships with the once dead kingdom… or at the very least, flogging off some wares to The Prince’s assembly.
And in the East, every performer worth his penny was keen to show The Prince himself what it was they had to offer in terms of entertainment, each of them self-assured that their acts were a notch above the rest.

Anemos, however, did not quite share this enthusiasm.
Whilst it was true that some aspect of him- the young child that’d dreamt of glory, and believed truly that Ikana would take him to it- was heartened by the idea that, perhaps, children he’d known then would be knights now, there was another part of him that juxtaposed it.
The part that begrudged the kingdom it’s right to withdraw its men, and surrender the land to lawlessness.
And whilst, true, Termina hadn’t fallen into degradation, the damage was definitely noticeable: In dark alleys, and small towns…
And Tent City.
Had the knights remained, would there be a killer on the loose at all?
That was a pointless train of thought, he supposed.

They’d left it to the likes of Orca and the local guard to protect the land: A squire, doing the job of a knight.
“The right way, and the hard way, is often synonymous,” he reminded himself, as he weaved his way out of the crowds, and found himself a place of relative peace in the shade of a skinny tree’s leaves. He closed his eyes, and took a moment to savour the Eastern District’s ambiance.
The music had been jagged- obscured in parts by the bustle of the throng- and impeded on his thoughts.
But now that he was focusing on it, it added a more joyful touch to the air.
There were so many different genres playing at once, though, and not a single one of them could be heard to completion: That much was a pity.

He opened his eyes again, to survey the scene.
So many people in one place: Prince or no, it was a remarkable-
Wait, just who the Hell is that?

Departing from a conversation with some gentleman Anemos didn’t truly recognise, came a pair of familiar- and by extension, disconcerting- faces.
Hurriedly, he scrambled to withdraw the poster he’d pilfered from the walls of Tent City: And lo and behold, he was staring down the likes of Marcus Bonner and Lorelei the Siren.
Whilst it was true, he harboured some intentions of visiting their performance, he had absolutely no interest in confronting them: If they shared even an ounce of Grout and Fyer’s loathing for one another’s troupe’s, then they’d surely take an immediate- and potentially physical- disliking to him.
And if he was to maintain his alter ego’s secrecy, he certainly didn’t want to be involved in any form of scuffle.

Of course, it was totally possible that they were actually perfectly lovely people- although Grout had ensured that they were nice and thoroughly demonised amongst the troupe- but even if that was the case, they probably wouldn’t be so joyous to meet the likes of him.
What Grout had said, he was sure their troupe-master had mirrored.

Quickly, fluidly, he motioned to raise his hands and blast himself aside with a sudden rush of wind: However, some other thought had reached his mind far before the air had left his limbs, and caused him instead to stall.
They hadn’t a clue who Anemos Seuhans was, truly: They knew only Gales Tempesta, just as he only knew Lorelei.
But whilst she featured quite prominently on her posters, Anemos always wore a mask in his.
In fact, he wore his mask right up until the end of a performance: Taking it off only to make his final bow.
She surely wouldn’t recognise him, not unless she’d actually attended his shows at some point, which seemed less than likely.
He was willing to wager a shiny rupee upon the fact he was a total stranger to her.

With a breath of relief, he returned the Black Marsh Circus’s poster to his bag, and leaned back against the tree again, watching as the two of them traveled around the district, browsing wares.
“Hm.”

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WittyReference said
What's a Burkswallow?

Slightly less clever than a normal swallow, but with heaps of charisma!

WittyReference said
No, seriously. The CS's are lost to time.

Oh, right! Damn. Never was good at seriousness.

WittyReference said
Correct me if I'm wrong here: charming thief with a good run of bad luck owes Nocturnal and/or the Thieves' Guild so is off to warmer sand sands as tear-blind eyes can't watch pockets?

Edit: He seems a likable rogue if nothing else. I look forward to seeing how he and Cub interact :p

Something like that. He and Nocturnal have a beef going, because he wears a set of leather armour that's designed to look exactly like that of a Nightingale's (crafted by his grandfather, a thief-fanatic who used to spin him colourful yarns of their adventures) but refuses to actually become a Nightingale himself. As involuntary penance she's plagued him with bad luck until he cooperates, but because he was having a bad stream of luck to start with, it's sort of counteracting itself and working in his bizarre favour.
As for the Thieves Guild, they needed a man in Cyrodiil who could talk himself out of a tricky situation, and into an ideal one (like, for example, a castle garden policy!)
So they asked him really, really nicely.
But just to be doubly sure, they also robbed everything that wasn't nailed down from his Riften home, and ransomed it off to him in exchange for his assistance.

Glad to hear it! I'm sure it'll make for some fun dialogue, at any rate!

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I love it when people talk thiefy to me.

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Leidenschaft said
Sevari and Burkswallow may have a chance to meet again, sometime in the future, friend. In the meantime, Burkswallow will have to put up with Francis, Adventurer-Duelist Extraordinaire, and his stalwart warrior companion, Vendel.

"Oh goodie, new pockets!"

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Leidenschaft said
My, my, look who it is! It's too bad we never got to do those First Annual Thief Championship Games between Sevari and Burkswallow, friendguy.

Yet, my friend, yet! Thieves will be thieves!

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Cairomaru said
if anything im gonna smack him -.- i got to add him to the fanfic now!

Darn skippy!

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