CronicCrystalis
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"Yeouch. And I thought I had it rough. But at least you knew your mother. More than I ever got..." Cronic said, before clearing his throat.
"Earliest memories was of an orphanage in Riften. Don't know how I ended up there other than I was left at the doorstep. Spent about 15 or so years there wondering if I would ever be adopted. Never was. Age 16, I just up and left, taking that Giant bow with me. From what I was told when I was actually old enough to understand it, that Bow was left there at the doorstep with me. I feel like it's the only clue to who my parents are, but any attempts to dig further only end with more questions and no answers. After I left the orphanage, I wandered Tamriel for... 8 years now, I think? I was seeing what the world had to offer, as well as learn how to use a sword, a bow, magic, and the art of smithing. Needless to say I've seen a lot of the worst Tamriel harbours. But some of the good too." Cronic said, scratching the side of his head when he was thinking of how long he's been wandering."
Name: Crobalt Nicholas "Cronic" Crystalis
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Appearance: Has shoulder length brown hair, blue eyes, moderate tone white skin. Wears blue robes with some armour plates around the shoulders and upper torso on the front and back, black trousers, with armoured boots around his feet and additional armour around his forearms, going from his elbows and stopping shy of his wrists, topped off with fingerless gloves.
Faction: Jedi
Rank/Role: Jedi Knight
Weapons: Twin yellow bladed lightsabers, the "Hilt" of the lightsabers looking like finely cut crystals made of metal in design. Also carries a sniper rifle, modified underneath the barrel to be able to use one of his Lightsabers as a bayonet, and a few thermal detonators.
Equipment/Items: Some field medical supplies, a personalized speeder, and some replacement lightsaber parts.
Backstory: A veteran Jedi knight with a typically level headed disposition. Unlike most Jedi, however, Cronic can be a little bit of a loose cannon at times, courtesy of one of his fellow Jedi he fought along side's personality rubbing off on him a little. This left him a with a reputation as a risk taker, and the fact he isn't entirely an emotionless brick wall is little wonder he's stuck as a Jedi Knight. But when the situation calls for a knight who can think outside the box of a standard Jedi, and be less predictable as a result, He's your man.
"I'm inclined to agree with you there." Cronic yawned, his hand instinctively covering his mouth as he did so.
"...Well, here's hoping we survive the night... Though just in case one of us doesn't make it, can't hurt to swap the stories of our lives up until we first met... Might be the only chance we get. Wouldn't be surprised if I wound up waking up in Sovngarde or any other form of the afterlife." Cronic said, sitting down atop the bedroll, legs crossed.
"...More people than we can count on one hand, courtesy of some of our past jobs. We can't please everyone, after all. And the people we do piss off, someone is bound to have enough coin to foot the Brotherhood's bill. But whoever sent the Brotherhood after us is irrelevant at this point. Our main concern should be staying alive long enough to get them off our backs, one way or another. I'd say to raid their hideout, but I don't even know where that is... Or if they even HAVE one." Cronic said, setting out a bedroll beside one of the walls.
"...And we don't really have the luxury of searching at our own pace at the moment."
Cronic however, opted to scout out the area some more. Namely based on the angle of the arrow in the now charred black husk of the Vampire, looking for something, anything to tip him off as to where the Assassin could be lurking. Deducing that the shot came from atop the archway to the gildergreen, the Assassin in question must be a hell of a shot to score a hit from that distance, as well as in current lighting conditions.
"...I fear the Dark Brotherhood're going to be hunting us down for some time now. This bodes ill, alright." Cronic said, informing a nearby guard of what had happened.
"Cultists, Dragons, Vampires, Assassins... We're just pissing off everyone and anyone now."
"Bored now. Burning him alive." The assassin said to himself, as he let the arrow fly at the Vampire.
Naturally, neither Cronic nor Aria would be able to react in time when the arrow struck the vampire and set him ablaze in seconds.
"What the hell!?" Cronic said, looking around in haste. When his gaze set upon the place where the Assassin had been stood mere moments ago, the Assassin himself was gone as though he'd never been there to begin with.
"...I get the feeling that arrow may have been meant for us."
Naturally, neither Cronic nor Aria would be able to react in time when the arrow struck the vampire and set him ablaze in seconds.
"What the hell!?" Cronic said, looking around in haste. When his gaze set upon the place where the Assassin had been stood mere moments ago, the Assassin himself was gone as though he'd never been there to begin with.
"...I get the feeling that arrow may have been meant for us."
"...And why should we trust you? You've given us no reason to do so, and plenty of reasons to ship what's left of you back to this "Harkon" guy." Cronic said, looking down at the Vampire with a piercing gaze.
"You have ten seconds to convince me before you find yourself short an arm."
Unbeknownst to both the Odd Jobs and the vampire, however, atop the gateway leading to the gildergreen, a cloaked figure clad in what looked to be armour daedric in origin beneath the cloak was crouched down, a similarly designed mask covering his face. He wrapped some cloth around an arrowhead, doused it in oil and lit it on fire with a small fire spell. Pulling a bow off his back, he held the bow in a right handed grip, using his left hand to hold the arrow in place as he drew back the string, taking aim at Aria, but biding his time before he took the shot.
"You have ten seconds to convince me before you find yourself short an arm."
Unbeknownst to both the Odd Jobs and the vampire, however, atop the gateway leading to the gildergreen, a cloaked figure clad in what looked to be armour daedric in origin beneath the cloak was crouched down, a similarly designed mask covering his face. He wrapped some cloth around an arrowhead, doused it in oil and lit it on fire with a small fire spell. Pulling a bow off his back, he held the bow in a right handed grip, using his left hand to hold the arrow in place as he drew back the string, taking aim at Aria, but biding his time before he took the shot.
"...I'm not buying it. Odds are he'll just lead us into a trap." Cronic said, before thinking it over for a minute.
"...This guy strikes me as a pawn. Did he say anything in regards to who his boss might be?" Cronic said to Aria, as he folded his arms.
"Because if he did, that gives me a reason to start digging up information."
"...This guy strikes me as a pawn. Did he say anything in regards to who his boss might be?" Cronic said to Aria, as he folded his arms.
"Because if he did, that gives me a reason to start digging up information."
It didn't take long for Cronic to pick up the slack, unleashing a two-handed sparks spell to deplete the rest of the bastard's Magicka and leave him in such pain he wouldn't be able to do anything.
"Now then. Any last words?" Cronic said, as he kicked the Vampire to the floor, before planting one foot on his chest to keep him there, drawing his sword and taking out a small stone to sharpen it with, keeping his gaze fixed upon the Vampire. Most people typically fear vampires, and rightfully so. However, Cronic and Aria didn't seem afraid at all. If anything, the former seemed as though he was annoyed.
"Now then. Any last words?" Cronic said, as he kicked the Vampire to the floor, before planting one foot on his chest to keep him there, drawing his sword and taking out a small stone to sharpen it with, keeping his gaze fixed upon the Vampire. Most people typically fear vampires, and rightfully so. However, Cronic and Aria didn't seem afraid at all. If anything, the former seemed as though he was annoyed.
The instant Cronic felt his strength being depleted, Cronic promptly unleashed a chain lightning spell at the source.
"Hook, line, and fucking sinker." Cronic said, as he began firing off numerous lightning spells to cripple the Vampire's magicka, either by direct hits or by forcing him to teleport, and to generally keep him off balance.
"I don't know who you are, or where you're from, but you are NOT leaving this place in one piece." Cronic said to the Vampire.
"You attack my boss, you earn the ire of her employee!"
"Hook, line, and fucking sinker." Cronic said, as he began firing off numerous lightning spells to cripple the Vampire's magicka, either by direct hits or by forcing him to teleport, and to generally keep him off balance.
"I don't know who you are, or where you're from, but you are NOT leaving this place in one piece." Cronic said to the Vampire.
"You attack my boss, you earn the ire of her employee!"
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