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Here I go then! There were some things I was a bit unsure about so I just went with it. Namely the idea of having a high militarily ranked character and the "Vanguard" Covenant that I made up on the spot. Just let me know if these things are not accepted and I'll change asap.

Sylvestra Wyrmire

Age:
28

Sex:
Female

Alignment:
Paladin

Affiliation:
The Vanguard
(I suppose the military covenant of Meldiniar?)

Personality:
Described as a ruthless tactician dedicated to eradicating all illegal magicians from the land. While she is cold and calculating, she is not unfeeling. She has great love in her family of husband and two sons but feels she must set them out of her mind when doing her duty as a Paladin - which is most of the time.
She is a commander of sorts, often in charge of leading men into battle or laying strategies, which perfectly fit her "ruthless tactician" description. In short, enemies of Sylvestra are battled with any means available to her, and friends taken care of the same way: by any means.
She views all fellow paladins with respect and all mages with suspicion if not disgust. She feels the magic has caused so much suffering over the ages that it must be removed completely, and the light take it's place.

Bio:
Grew up in the capital, the youngest of her siblings, with two older brothers that were supposed to grow up and follow in their father's footsteps. He was a military commander and an accomplished one at that, proudly serving under Grinnoc. Her mother was a housewife and spent much time with Sylvestra and her older brothers while their father was away, his duty always calling him away from his family. Her father spent so little time with the family, in fact, that Sylvestra and her brothers grew up basicly only on the stories they had heard of their father. That he was a mighty warrior, a seasoned commander, a veteran... Needless to say, they all grew up in awe of their father, dreaming of the day they would follow his footsteps. Even Sylvestra did, despite her brothers teasing her and her mother telling her war isn't a place for a lady.

Her father was so successfull in combating the mages that they plotted to have him removed. When Sylvestra was 12, her older brothers were 15 and 17. The assassins came into their home in the night, but couldn't find the commander. They had been misinformed - he didn't stay at his home much at all! The three of them began arguing silently in the dark of the hallway, when Sylvestra suddenly appeared in the hallway. It was late at night and she couldn't sleep, so she was going to her brothers' room. The assassins stopped and stared at her as she stood unmoving in the hallway, shocked. A few seconds passed by, when finally Sylvestra found the strength to scream, her voice having faltered her before. The assassins lunged at her, but instead bumped into her older brothers who came storming out of the room, alarmed. In the heat of the moment, Sylvestra rushed downstairs, hearing the sound of metal scraping, moans and thuds. She reached the streets below, and luckily ran straight into the arms of a night patroll. When they rushed back up the stairs however, the assassins had fled and instead they found the bodies of two young boys, with their mother weeping over them.
She didn't know then that it was mages that had come to kill her father, but so angry was she as she continued to grow that she decided to take her brothers' place in military service. She enlisted at 17.

When learning that it was mages that had come to attempt the life if her father and instead killed her older brothers, Sylvestra hungered for revenge. The stories of Grinnoc came to mind, of how his power could burn away the mages' magic itself and directly counter them. She dedicated her entire being into harnessing that power and joining the Paladins. Eventually, at the age of 20, she was strong enough to begin the Paladin training. Her military training before that hadn't been easy for a young girl like herself, but her determination and iron will kept her from breaking. She did it for her brothers. She had endured it, and passed it with cunning and intelligence more than with mere brawn.
The training to become a Paladin was even worse, and now she found herself under heavy pressure every day. No longer could she "outsmart" the training. She had to adapt, and without knowing it the training made her stronger in body than she had ever been. This in combination with her sharp mind was what made her complete this training.

Then finally came the day where she would undergo the dangerous ritual to wield the powers of the light. While she cannot remember the ritual itself, she remember waking up in a bed after three days in a coma. Her body was broken, her mind hurt, but her spirit remained. The strength of her brothers empowered her, and she eventually recovered, finding herself successfull in the ritual and thereby able to wield the Light, or nega-magic as the scholars had called it.
From that day, age 23, Sylvestra began serving in the Vanguard Covenant, dedicated to combating the mages wherever they are and remove whatever threat they prove to be. Over the years she grew in rank and she went from veteran to low-officer, and continued to climb. Eventually, she became the commander of one of the groups within the Covenant, but she means not to stop there. She is bent on continuing her climb, for in her mind, the higher the rank the higher the authority, and the higher the authority the greater means of which to remove the mages from these lands are available to her.

((Note that the part of what became of her parents after her brothers' deaths and how she started a family of her own has been left out. I didn't see them as incredibly important and would just make this sheet much longer. It can be explained ICly instead.))

Power Description:
Sylvestra knows that one man's strength is nothing compared to the strength of many. As such, she has dedicated her powers to empowering her soldiers rather than use it to destroy individual mages. She can still fight, of course, but she is a commander and as such rather see her men safe and strong than gain personal triumph. In battle, she uses her power to increase moral and heighten spirits, empowering the weapons or armor of the soldiers under her command. Both offense and defense she uses it this way, but are sometimes bound to improvise.
In a one-on-one battle, she can use this magic on her own equipment, strengthening her own blows or blinding her opponent.

Spells:
Empower Weapon - Channeling nega-magic into her own or her soldiers' weapons, she can cause hits with said weapons to have the same effect as the magic itself has. For example nega-magic countering arcane magic, but through the form of a blow with a weapon.

Empower Defense - Channels nega-magic into her own or her soldiers' armor or shields, causing them to be extra resistant toward arcane magics and works as spell-shields of sorts. Works the same way nega-magic and arcane magic works when clashing, so the stronger the arcane magic attacking, the stronger the nega-magic infused into the armor or shield have to be.

Empower Morale - The same way that Sylvestra can infuse armor and weapons with nega-magic, so can she empower herself or her soldiers with it. Their bodies become termporarily strengthened by the nega-magic, causing them to do increased damage to arcane-magicians through weapon blows and makes them extra resistant to arcane magic that would strike them. This spell takes more power to work however, and as such is more tiring to use and can't be used as long.

Skills:
Experienced Tactician - Sylvestra has commanded men in battle and created combat strategies for a few years now and as such is capable of giving out orders in the heat of the moment and assess situations and plan around them.

Cold Iron Will - Because of her ruthless nature gained the day her brothers were murdered, Sylvestra has learned to keep calm even during the most stressfull of situations. Her will is iron and her mindset cold and calculating. Breaking her mentally is therefore incredibly hard.

Weaponmastery - During the years of training, Sylvestra has mastered many weapons and as such is able to fight well with most melee arms available. (Swords, maces, axes, pikes, spears, flails, etc). This includes shields of all kinds aswell.

Equipment:
Wears armor fitting to her rank and stature, but prefers to sacrifice some of the heavy protection for flexibility. Her armor is therefore light plate rather than the heavy plate most Paladins tend to wear.
In combat her weapons of choice are a longsword and a round shield or alternatively a halberd.

Other:
None at this time.
Hey fellas! Any room left for one more?
Better start posting soon >:(
Robyn arrived at the graveyard. Like any graveyard it was kind of spooky, but since it was morning the sun cast some light on it, making it less so. She looked around at the beat up, old and new, gravestones. She had a vague memory of her grandparents probably being buried here, but she wasn't sure. Strolling in, she soon found Jake standing next to grave. Walking up to him, she patted him on the shoulder. "Hey." she said simply, looking at the grave. "Any luck?"

At the lab, in the cell, Blaze woke up. He got to his feet quickly, resulting in Chen gasping. "Careful!" she said, but it was too late, he staggered and fell back on the floor. Chen was quick to hold onto him. "Easy, Blaze! Easy!" she said. She held her hand up near his chest, moving it slowly across it, feeling for something. Her robotic hand beeped, and a panel on her wrist became visable. "You were drugged, I guess." she said, reading off the panel. "Just... Rest easy. I'm here."
She put the panel away, and stroked him across the face, trying to get some sort of reassuring smile on her face... But to no avail. She couldn't reassure herself.
Robyn
The apartment was empty. Not a soul was there. Entering the kitchen, Robyn noticed that nothing had change since she last left. The kettle was still on the stove, her mother's note still on the kitchen table. This wasn't unusual. Her mother's often off on some extra job trip, or working so much overtime that she basicly sleeps in the office. Robyn felt sorry for her. It wasn't easy taking care of a child on your own, especially when you're as poor as her, and without parents, the child's father or someone to rely on. Robyn had ran away on several occasions after arguing with her mother, but she always came back because all they had was each other.
But now Robyn wondered if it wasn't safer for her to leave, to not endanger her mother like this. Jack had already died when fighting Clayton... It seemed to unreal... She had known him for almost two years, and suddenly he's dead. She was there. She saw it.
Looking at her hands, she clenched her fists. How had she done that, back there? Her power was of the dark, wild energies, not the vibrant light that she had used back there against the abomination... How?
She shook the thought off, finding it too much to think about, or maybe too scary to think about... The thought of a second, dormant and even more powerful ability scared her. Only adjusting to the dark powers she had had taken years, and had caused her much pain. At times, she thought she would go completely crazy... She couldn't handle it again.

Once again she shook the thought off her mind.
She packed her bags, with whatever items were dear to her enough that she wanted to take them with her, the rest was necesities.
Scribbling a note to her mother for when she would return home, Robyn realized she would never see her again. Grief swept over her like a tidal wave, and for a moment she froze, the pen shaking in her hand.
Dear mother... she began slowly, a tear making it's way down her cheek.
I am leaving. Forgive me, it is not because of you. You always did your best for me, always took care of me. I will miss you greatly but I can't tell you why I'm leaving or where I'm off to. Know that I will always love you and that it is better this way. Maybe one day you will understand, somehow.
WIth all the love in the world,
Robyn.

Finishing the note, Robyn wiped her tears and took a breath. She hated crying, it always made her so tired. Her mother never knew of her powers because she was barely ever home. It was better this way...

Shutting the door softly and locking it for the last time, Robyn turned and left toward the graveyard. She hoped to meet Jake there.

Chen
The spider-woman and her mysterious father had left Chen and Blaze alone in his cell to catch up. Just for good measure, they had released him from his shackles as he came to. He was still coming to, lying on the floor with his head in Chen's lap. Gently, she ran her hand over his head instinctively. She didn't know why she did it but she felt like it soothed him. "Blaze? Are you awake? Are you alright?" she said softly, worried. she looked at his strained face. "I need you to wake up, Blaze..."
Chen closed her eyes, held him close. Maybe he heard her somehow.
When last we left off...
Robyn and Jake was returning to their homes to prepare to leave the city. Strange military figures have them under surveilance however, without their knowledge. Jake went to the graveyard to do some digging and Robyn went home to check up on her mother.
Chen and Blaze are still trapped in the lab with the Spider-woman and her mysterious father. While Chen is very upset and suspicious toward the others, Blaze has just woken up from unconciousness and has yet to make an opinion of his captors.
Lyra was redeemed by the death of her master, Clayton, and has disappeared from the region. She promised to repay Robyn and Jake, however.
Although Shirley was a teenager with a great deal of pride, she made no comment on the little she heard about Fuaad's talk about women. She merely scoffed. She did admit however she found it strange that Jake never talked, or barely made any sound at all. He was probably the most discreet person she had ever met. She didn't blame him though, it was probably useful being hard to detect down here. He had been seeming very ... Anxious until now, but it seems Fuaad made him relax a little, so she felt maybe now was the time to ask him why he never talked. She didn't know if she was going to even get an answer or not, but she didn't even have time to answer the question until Jake raised his clenched fist in the air, signalling a stop. She recognized this gesture. She had studied these with Jonathan.
Nervously, she looked around until she saw what Jake was looking at. An open service-door. "... Oh shit." Shirley whispered to herself quietly. She wasn't sure what this meant, but there sure as hell weren't ever any open doors anywhere ... Not by human hands, at least. She had always found it strange why everyone seemed to have this universal rule never to keep a door open, but now she was glad she had always wondered about it. Now she realized what was up, and immediately she regretted ever leaving camp. The fear of the mutants came over her like a tidal wave, and she took an instinctive stumble backwards. Her glance shifted rapidly between Jake and Fuaad, who only seemed to be looking at each other sternly. Oh no...

A growl echoed through the tunnel. An otherworldly, beastlike and horrid growl, like a rusty meatgrinder cringing it's non-fitting gears together. Terrified, Shirley's first instinctial feeling was to run, but her legs would not move. Her body was numb, yet she could feel herself trembling. She couldn't breathe.
Pulling her scarf down, she took a deep breath, then whispered, almost like a hiss, to Jake and Fuaad. "It's coming!"
A few paralyzed seconds passed.

Complete silence.

And then... A crashing sound. A shriek, followed by claws sounding like a beast running on all fours. It came from the passage in the opened door. The trio had but a few seconds to act before a beast-like mutant creature would enter the tunnel with them, and by the judging of the beast's hurry, it had either heard or smelled them already. Somewhere in the passage, a black-scaled creature with five eyes ran on all fours. It was only slightly bigger than a grown human, but with a horrendously mutated musclemass. Uneven biceps and triceps made the beast limp as it ran, yet it ran tremendously fast due to it's four canine-like legs. On each leg, 3 claws each so strong the beast practically gripped the concrete itself as it ran, flinging itself forward with every razorsharp thrust.
Shirley stood paralyzed in fear. It was up to Jake and Fuaad - they knew they had about 12 seconds before the beast would storm out of the opened door. How will they use their preciously few seconds?

(( It's alright if you want to quickpost in response to this post, Phase. ))
Suddenly, Fuaad snatches Shirley's dagger, something she seem not to be very fond of judging from her sudden change of facial expression.
"Hey! Give that back!" she hisses at him, snatching the knife back violently but surprisingly enough with a great deal of ... Well, let's just say her hands seem very used to this knife, even though it seems barely used.
"I'm not taking your pipe. Too clunky for me." she says angrily at him when he tries to offer her his weapon. "And don't you dare insult my knife."
It was obvious the knife was precious to her.
"Look, Jonathan and the others told me time and again that knifes wont do anything if a beast would attack, and probably not much more if hostile survivors come to raid us, I've heard it all before." she says after a moment of silence, this time a serious and calm tone to it. "You just... Need to trust me, okay?"
Looking into Fuaad's eyes, shirley hoped she could convince him to lay off the subject. "If it makes you feel any better, I'll add whatever blunt weapon we may find on our way to my inventory." she adds as a last comment. Hopefully Fuaad would be ok with this. She glances shortly at Jake, then turns around.
"We need to leave, you ready?" Fuaad asks her, and she nods. "Yeah... Let's go."

Leaving the station of Hoxton behind, the trio journey into the tunnels once again.

Another hour of silence pass, but their destination is nowhere to be seen just yet. There will probably be another hour. "Hey..." Shirley said suddenly. "Someone mentioned earlier... Didn't the orange line use to be partially on ground level?" she asked, which is correct. Currently they were in a tunnel underground, but this line actually used to be named the "London Overground", ironically enough. Around 2030, when neo-London began to spring up from the foundations of the old London, many parts of the subway-lines were reconstructed and refitted for better use. The London Overground retained it's name even after having been burried with what would then become the foundations of new, modern building complexes and so on. By 2075, there were no longer any subways that went up on ground-level, instead all stations had an upper floor where the passengers could reach the overground by stairs, escalator or elevator. Most of the upper floors have collapsed by now however, and since there were no longer any overground tramways, the London underground became very ideal for survivors to flee the horrors of the surface... But the beasts had thought the same.
Of course, Shirley didn't know all this. This all happened way before her time, but the map she had was old, very old. Probably from 2050 or so, which was almost 200 years ago. Once you've had journeyed a bit through the underground, you would probably know this however. Anyone who uses the old maps have probably been told how the London Overground line goes underground, an ironic little joke that passed on through generations.
Shirley didn't seem too fond of Fuaad's arm taking rest around her neck. Everyone had to be cautious of people around in the underground, but even more so women. Even more so girls. As to why, the reasons are obvious. Shirley shook off the thought, as well as Fuaad's arm, and kept going while he talked. Even when he said "Before we go..." and so on, she continued. "...why nobody who is a part of your camp take on this 'extremely urgent super important quest of great need'? Fuaad continued. Shirley let out a high-pitched "Hmpf!" in response. "For your information, I'm just as important and just as much a part of Dalston Camp as everyone else, and they were busy with the old train cart. Crazy ol' Joe thinks he can get the thing running, but while they're working on it someone has to go get the cables Jonathan asked for. If we can get the train cart working in Dalston Camp with the parts we might find in Hoxton, however the hell that's going to work, we can..." she said, but suddenly stopped herself. She realized she might have said too much. "I-I mean... We're not gonna make it work, we're just trying to turn it into a... A ... Safe bunker, of sorts. Yeah."
She seemed happy with the "smooth" save she made there.
"Even if everyone is busy with something I'm sure there must be someone who can drop something and get it done? Oh wait... That's why you are here Sheirly! Dalston Junction's heroine, saving the day with the help from two strangers. If I had paper I would draw a comic for you." Fuaad said, and even though the comment was obviously somewhat meaningless, it seemed to actually make Shirley feel better about herself. "We aren't some kinda heroes y'know. We get what we were asked to get, that's all." she said in response, but it was obvious she liked the thought of being a heroine.
Shirley turned around. "Ey', speechless, don't lag behind. It's dangerous out 'ere, even though we're not far from camp." she said to him, walking slower until he's caught up.
As they continued to walk, Fuaad and Jake would realize that the only weapon Shirley seem to have is a knife, dangling in it's holster strapped to her belt. It looks barely used.

-

Hours later, making their way through the rubble, the trio eventually reach what marks halfway on their journey toward Hoxton. They've arrived in Haggerston. Probably last to notice this, Shirley lights up after having been exhausted the last hour or so. "Guys! Haggerston, guys! We've reached Haggerston!" she exclaimed, not loudly but enthusiastically. Although she would never admit it, she hasn't been this far from camp before.
Slumping down on a chuck of rubbled concrete on the western platform, Shirley let out a big sigh. "I'm exhausted. Let's rest for a moment, aye?" she said, looking at the other two.
Haggerston was little more than a pile of rock. There two platforms still intact, with the only entrances or exits being the tunnels leading north and south. There was the western platform, which the trio had arrived at, and across the ruined tracks was the eastern platform. Dark gray-green moss hanged from the walls, and old knuckled up rusty barrels could be seen scattered across the platforms, but other than that nothing special could be seen from here. Except... A big chunk of what probably used to be the arching roof, half-burried in a hole in the tracks. On it was black stains of decade-old blood, and deeply carved clawmarks. Two of them, from two hands. The clawmarks were irregular, where there were 4 claws on one limb and 5 on the other. While Shirley didn't seem to notice it, Fuaad and Jake would recognize it as obvious mutant-clawmarks. And a big one at that.
(Lol sorry for no posting, thought you guys were gonna continue but I might aswell)
"Wait up!"
The girl from earlier came running after Fuaad and Jake. "I'm going with you. To make sure you don't run off with our supplies. Jonathan may trust you but you haven't proven nothin' yet, you hear?" she said, eyeing the two suspiciously. The energy of a teenager was evident in the way she acted. Obvious, even.
"Besides you two look kinda lost. I have a map of the underground, we'll get to Hoxton and back quick as lightning."
Without waiting for the two, she journeyed onwards, out into the tunnels. Personally, she liked leading. She liked feeling like she had some sort of authority. All her life nobody took her opinion into account because she was "just a kid", but now she felt in command, and she loved it.
"Oh and I'm Shirley by the way. Shirley Blackwall."
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