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Qualia: Mission Sub Rosa

Nazca Whitehall

Clockwork Autumn

For Nazca, her last conscious waking thought was savoring the beef bourguignon at Jeanne’s delicious dinner party.

As far as she was concerned, the next moment, she was in an infirmary bed, surrounded by the typical overly sterile atmosphere that hospitals were wont to present.

Her immediate following thought was confusion, and then pain.. Although she wasn’t aware of it yet, much of her body had been scorched and burned, although by how she felt and how she had been bandaged, it was clear what the damage was from. Her hair, as beloved as it was, was a lost cause.

But how? What the hell had happened to her? Wasn’t she simply eating dinner with… Jeanne?

The injured girl groaned, wincing in pain as she shifted positions to look around. She was far too injured to immediately jolt up. Nonetheless, her surprise, her room was quite crowded; the participants in last night’s –to her just a few minutes ago—dinner party were essentially all there. Jeanne included.

“Wh—” She broke out into a cough, her throat overly dry from whatever ordeal she had gone through, as her eyes locked on to the nearest visitor. “What… happened?”

Epic of Beginnings - Dawns Cradle

Raam-chan

Lissa

Female
Raam*

Appearance

A young woman with unbridled curiosity, enthusiasm and friendly charm, her striking white hair make her stand out in a crowd. Yet for her personality, there is something about her quartz-gray eyes that belies deeper experience. She is often found with her smart looking heavy armored coat, which holds a surprising number of knickknacks within its inner pockets. Its color matches the large royal blue ribbon that she prominently wears on the back of her head. She outwardly identifies as and is effectively indistinguishable from being human, unless directly asked.

Bio

Lissa had been born for a specific purpose. A specific purpose that she was paradoxically very good at, and rather terrible at, all in the same breath. For her purpose was to live among the humans, emulate them, gain their trust, and bring as many advantages and resources back to her people as possible, even if she had to ultimately cross those that she lived among.

To that end, she was created differently from most of the other Raam by her god. At the expense of durability, she had been granted a lighter, more agile frame compared to her peers, one that wouldn’t sink like a stone in water, and could move and fight like any other human. Taking up the trade of a merchant, she would spend a good several years with her peers in and around Allohold, playing at a double life as she lived amongst the humans in the outer parts of the city and in their outer lying settlements before her true purpose called, to live among the humans, starting with the Apostles, to integrate with them, gain experience from them, discretely secure resources, and most importantly of all, discover and relay any threats that arose from the enemies of Gram and the Raam.

With her human demeanor, seemingly natural ability, and affable personality, Lissa was easily welcomed by the otherwise hostile Apostles in one of their cities as one of their own. There, she would work to subvert their goals against her people if she found any, and act as an alarm for any coming threats she detected.

But for as long as she could remember, she had always been fascinated by the societies around her, their cities, the way they interacted, but perhaps the most, the people that simply lived within it all and their plight. It could be said she blended in far too well for her own good, because in the end, she had fallen in love with the humans and races that she observed, as flawed as they were. She simply empathized far too much to work against them. Perhaps, then, she had been created defective, deviating from the role assigned to her in life. Or, perhaps not; for she had been given a broad directive to do what she saw as best fit for her people and those around her.

Rocked by the aftermath of a destructive series of skirmishes between her human hosts and her own people, she decided to move on. Torn between the loyalty to her own kind and the desire to help others, she set out to journey the land, experiencing what she could, and helping out where she could.

On the road she remained for several years, often making a point to travel to not only major cities, but smaller, more isolated settlements. Occasionally, she would detour to certain landmarks, thoughtfully collecting objects and materials of interest, often to send back home to her fellow Raam.

Taking up trade as a part-time traveling merchant and using her gifted skills to fill out the rest to sustain her own travels, her path eventually took her to the north.

It was only natural, then, that when she came across a small hamlet in peril there that she would stay and render upon it as much aid as she could.

Goals

To help out others in their times of need; to experience their culture and food, and, never forgetting her origins, seeking out and recovering resources and information to send back to her fellow Raam, and making a little for herself as well. Perhaps, in the process, discovering a little about the truth of the world and herself in doing so.


Skills

Body of Reforged Steel - The unique physiology of the Raam. In Lissa’s case, she trades a little bit of her race’s more durable traits for a human-like agility and general endurance to the elements, primarily when it comes to their allergy to water.

Resource-minded – Years of experience through many cities and regions have given her a good eye for the disposition of markets, their resources, and their prices, movements, and the people that follow them.

Swordscraft – Like many of her fellow Raam, she has an uncanny proficiency in combat. Unlike them, however, is her preference and skill in using a blade, her particular two-handed style picked up under the tutelage of a small knightly order that she had stayed with and assisted for some time.

Inventory

• A well maintained longsword and its leather sheath. Nothing special, but it remains a treasured gift from a family that she had once given succor to several years ago.
• A knife. Used for second line of defense, or far more commonly, as a tool. Weathered, but as sharp as the day she bought it.
• An armored coat. It looks new, but in reality, it has been carefullu repaired and retailored over the years. It has a nice matching cloak. Although her body is already strong, it is lined with lightweight chainmail as further protection. Has many inner pockets with lots of room for activities. The meticulously polished segmentata plates affixed to its shoulders are the only original part, having been part of her gear when she had first left Allohold.
• A nice coinpurse. Contains a not insubstantial stack of gold and silver, the sum of her savings of her travels over the years. It is somewhat unusual for her to have this much at once, but she recently divested herself of some more cumbersome belongings.
• Holy Symbol of Grams. Something more to remind herself of her true home and origins.
• A collection of small miscellaneous tools. Some things that she has found useful in various enough situations to keep on her person on a permanent basis. Most of it is for the repair and maintenance of equipment.

Epic of Beginnings - Dawns Cradle

Raam-chan

Lissa

Female
Raam*

Appearance

A young woman with unbridled curiosity, enthusiasm and friendly charm, her striking white hair make her stand out in a crowd. Yet for her personality, there is something about her quartz-gray eyes that belies deeper experience. She is often found with her smart looking heavy armored coat, which holds a surprising number of knickknacks within its inner pockets. Its color matches the large royal blue ribbon that she prominently wears on the back of her head. She outwardly identifies as and is effectively indistinguishable from being human, unless directly asked.

Bio

Lissa had been born for a specific purpose. A specific purpose that she was paradoxically very good at, and rather terrible at, all in the same breath. For her purpose was to live among the humans, emulate them, gain their trust, and bring as many advantages and resources back to her people as possible, even if she had to ultimately cross those that she lived among.

To that end, she was created differently from most of the other Raam by her god. At the expense of durability, she had been granted a lighter, more agile frame compared to her peers, one that wouldn’t sink like a stone in water, and could move and fight like any other human. Taking up the trade of a merchant, she would spend a good several years with her peers in and around Allohold, playing at a double life as she lived amongst the humans in the outer parts of the city and in their outer lying settlements before her true purpose called, to live among the humans, starting with the Apostles, to integrate with them, gain experience from them, discretely secure resources, and most importantly of all, discover and relay any threats that arose from the enemies of Gram and the Raam.

With her human demeanor, seemingly natural ability, and affable personality, Lissa was easily welcomed by the otherwise hostile Apostles in one of their cities as one of their own. There, she would work to subvert their goals against her people if she found any, and act as an alarm for any coming threats she detected.

But for as long as she could remember, she had always been fascinated by the societies around her, their cities, the way they interacted, but perhaps the most, the people that simply lived within it all and their plight. It could be said she blended in far too well for her own good, because in the end, she had fallen in love with the humans and races that she observed, as flawed as they were. She simply empathized far too much to work against them. Perhaps, then, she had been created defective, deviating from the role assigned to her in life. Or, perhaps not; for she had been given a broad directive to do what she saw as best fit for her people and those around her.

Rocked by the aftermath of a destructive series of skirmishes between her human hosts and her own people, she decided to move on. Torn between the loyalty to her own kind and the desire to help others, she set out to journey the land, experiencing what she could, and helping out where she could.

On the road she remained for several years, often making a point to travel to not only major cities, but smaller, more isolated settlements. Occasionally, she would detour to certain landmarks, thoughtfully collecting objects and materials of interest, often to send back home to her fellow Raam.

Taking up trade as a part-time traveling merchant and using her gifted skills to fill out the rest to sustain her own travels, her path eventually took her to the north.

It was only natural, then, that when she came across a small hamlet in peril there that she would stay and render upon it as much aid as she could.

Goals

To help out others in their times of need; to experience their culture and food, and, never forgetting her origins, seeking out and recovering resources and information to send back to her fellow Raam, and making a little for herself as well. Perhaps, in the process, discovering a little about the truth of the world and herself in doing so.

Skills

Body of Reforged Steel - The unique physiology of the Raam. In Lissa’s case, she trades a little bit of her race’s more durable traits for a human-like agility and general endurance to the elements, primarily when it comes to their allergy to water.

Resource-minded – Years of experience through many cities and regions have given her a good eye for the disposition of markets, their resources, and their prices, movements, and the people that follow them.

Swordscraft – Like many of her fellow Raam, she has an uncanny proficiency in combat. Unlike them, however, is her preference and skill in using a blade, her particular two-handed style picked up under the tutelage of a small knightly order that she had stayed with and assisted for some time.

Inventory

• A well maintained longsword and its leather sheath. Nothing special, but it remains a treasured gift from a family that she had once given succor to several years ago.
• A knife. Used for second line of defense, or far more commonly, as a tool. Weathered, but as sharp as the day she bought it.
• An armored coat. It looks new, but in reality, it has been carefullu repaired and retailored over the years. It has a nice matching cloak. Although her body is already strong, it is lined with lightweight chainmail as further protection. Has many inner pockets with lots of room for activities. The meticulously polished segmentata plates affixed to its shoulders are the only original part, having been part of her gear when she had first left Allohold.
• A nice coinpurse. Contains a not insubstantial stack of gold and silver, the sum of her savings of her travels over the years. It is somewhat unusual for her to have this much at once, but she recently divested herself of some more cumbersome belongings.
• Holy Symbol of Grams. Something more to remind herself of her true home and origins.
• A collection of small miscellaneous tools. Some things that she has found useful in various enough situations to keep on her person on a permanent basis. Most of it is for the repair and maintenance of equipment.

Epic of Beginnings - Dawns Cradle

Yes.

My concept needs work but I'll figure it out.

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

Aureia, of gold, commerce, wealth,

and the far less important, trivial aspects of travel and luck

“Right… squeeze it…” The goddess of gold muttered skeptically as she eyed the strange plant, but since the priestess girl confirmed, she reluctantly squeezed the strange plant. To her great surprise, it was as effective as she’d been told, and in a few minutes, she had a nice campfire roaring away with the gathered firewood they’d prepared.

“Roasting it directly over the fire with just our hands would be too barbaric,” she commented, frowning at the campfire that was healthily crackling in the darkening sky.

She quickly got an idea, though, and fetched two sturdy Y-shaped sticks. Then, she plucked a golden spoke from her golden umbrella to use as a spit. It was inelegant, and frankly, borderline heretical to herself, but she knew the necessity of making do. Thus, spitting some of the meat on the golden instrument, she could keep the meat on an even flame and cook it properly. It was a shame they had no proper spices, but flame-broiled mystery meat was the closest secondary alternative… right?

As she prepped the meal, she waved a dismissive hand at the circling carrion birds.

“Some lowly predators wish to kill gods for their food? What a grand and intoxicating innocence.”

Qualia: Mission Sub Rosa

Nazca Whitehall

Clockwork Autumn

Overall, they had made some progress during their dinnertime investigation and presentation, but to Nazca, progress was not as fast as she’d liked. Considering the amount of evidence that they had gathered overall, more progress on discovering who had assaulted Jeanne should have been made. That fact remained somewhat irritating, but the pleasant French food had done much to ameliorate that. Unlike Jeanne, she could appreciate any cuisine if they were at least done right, so she was not so picky. In the end, she still enjoyed a good mystery.

The rest of the dinner brainstorming dragged on. She was half-tempted to return to her room to work on projects neglected by her move in to the dorms, but the delights of French desserts kept her in long enough to make it to the conclusion. Really, it was a wonder how she maintained her slim frame with how much dessert she was hoovering up into that mouth of hers. Nonetheless, she was there to hear Ryuuko’s plan for the night, one that she had to raise an eyebrow at.

It definitely made sense, at least, to try and provoke the manbat thing to make another appearance, if a bit bold. Although Nazca hadn’t planned to do it this early, she had wanted to stay out during curfew and further investigate its effects before this entire matter. Perhaps she might as well do it now?

“I can provide that,” she nodded, before continuing on to take up the Japanese girl’s offer. “I would like to accompany you out tonight as well. If anything, I would like to see how well my equipment fares under the fog."

At that, she left to return to her room to gather her clockwork instruments, plus something extra for Ryuuko. She didn’t give her a spy hawk –though she did put it back in the air again incase it caught something during the night again—she set aside an audio-visual recording device for the egoist. For good measure, she also lent the girl a radio transponder, in case they were split up in the fog. She then threw on a light coat and brought along a black carrying case of her instruments and clockwork creations as a contingency for any encounters, and then she was set as she met back up with Ryuuko.

"Shall we investigate, then?"

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

I'm not against the idea of an Hermes-like god, but I don't see Aureia having siblings, honestly.

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

<Snipped quote by Click This>

Haha...Making a male character xD

@Dark Cloud

boo

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

I think there were a few others interested before you as well, but I don't remember if Vita was keeping a running waiting list.

I like that the cast is de facto all female now though.

Qualia: Mission Sub Rosa

Nazca Whitehall

Clockwork Autumn

As far as dinner parties went, it was a nice one. Unlike a certain Japanese girl’s dislike of her native food –of which Nazca remained blissfully unaware—she enjoyed foods of all cultures, from all the corners of the world, be they from her own native lands, to the rich and sumptuous foods of the occident, and the exotic, sometimes divisive cuisine of the orient. And as far as French food went, it was some of the better cuisine she could find from Europe. As much as she enjoyed her new home and patron country of Great Britain, it only had so many dishes that could be called proper cuisine.

So, Nazca sat ensconced in her seat with a healthy serving of escargot, cheeses, slices of delicious duck, a sumptuous portion of beef bourguignon, and of course, a nice glass of wine. This she enjoyed as the other students in their little group gave small presentations on the information that they had discovered in regards to the apathetic Frenchwoman. Raising her eyes at the Austrian’s investigation of the student roster –perhaps the boy would be more suited to school administration than anything else—she did have to agree that the information didn’t entirely add up. Rather, it opened further questions without answers.

She perked up a bit as the Vietnamese boy went up, though, and she took care to scrutinize his words as well as his diagram. Aside from her growing interest in his person –no doubt because of the telegram—his words had merit. But why would such a person, if such a person existed, have intervened to accost Jeanne?

When the others finished speaking, Nazca took her time before speaking up, only doing so after she had finished her portion of delicious roast duck. She didn’t speak much, though, eager to continue with her food as she was. The data she had collected spoke for itself, though. All she had to do was provide context to it. “I’m sure everybody has noticed the strange shape in the photographs I provided,” she started, watering her throat with some wine. “Most of these pictures took place roughly at or before 11PM, and the smoke correlates with what we know about the library fire.” She shot a brief scowl at Jeanne. “The strange dark shape is far more difficult to quantify. Considering the fact that it was only captured in one shot suggests that whatever it was likely ethereal, perhaps an ability of an egoist or technologist, which is my personal hypothesis. Perhaps there are alternative explanations, which I’m open to hearing and discussing.”

She put emphasis on the hearing part as she returned to her meal.