CronicCrystalis

The Elder Scrolls: Souls of Many Shades [Jake & Cronic]

Owing to the fact Photobucket's being a dick and I'm cooking up new CS images to use, I'm remaking my CS post here because I can't edit the old one for some reason.

Name: Crobalt Nicholas Crystalis
Aliases: Cronic
Race: Imperial(?)
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance:

Cronic the Nomad

"That scar is a reminder of just how close I came to losing an eyeball during a bandit raid on a town I was staying at when it happened. Had it been a little further up, there goes my left eye. And... Don't be fooled. This getup is lighter than you think."

Faction: The Odd Jobs (Full time)
Weapons:
Seldom seen without a sword or a giant bow that he carries on his back. Said bow he never uses because conventional arrows just don't fit it. He's been trying to figure out what the bow is supposed to shoot, but isn't aware of it's ability at this time.
Magic:
Adept level destruction and restoration magic
Equipment/Items:
A few potions, a pickaxe and a blacksmith's hammer.

Backstory/Personality: Raised in an orphanage since he was a baby, no-one knows who left him at that orphanage or why. The only thing they had was a name for him; Crobalt Nicholas Crystalis, and a massive bow with a spike on the end of the lower limb. No-one ever adopted him, so when he became old enough to fend for himself, he went off exploring the world, learning the way of the sword, the bow, and the Blacksmith. His travels had taken him to Whiterun, and at the time, he was a little scrapped for money, and happened to notice the Odd Jobs, so he joined the organization looking to make some coin, all the while furthering his expertise in his weapon proficiencies and the smithing trade.

Typically calm and level headed, Cronic usually only ever talks if spoken to first. Mainly on account of being lost in his own thoughts. Due to having no idea who his parents even are, or even if he has any family, he has no clue who he really is, or what purpose he'll serve in life. His nomadic lifestyle is the only thing keeping him from dwelling on it too much.

And past this point, other chars.

Phaethon Lio Kataza

Name: Phaethon Lio Kataza
Aliases: N/A
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance:


"Terror is how I operate; Mix in a little illusion magic and dark lighting, and someone's going to run home to mom."

Faction: Dark Brotherhood
Weapons: Two Ebony Daggers and a lightweight bow.
Magics: Expert Illusion, tends to favour invisibility and other similar spells that aid in stealth, but also likes to decieve his enemies into seeing the "mouth" on his armour looking to take a bite out of them. Able to harness the Aura Whisper shout. (Laas, Yah Nir, meaning "Life, Seek, Hunt".)
Equipment/Items: Knows enough about Alchemy to create smoke bombs for a quick getaway, always carries at least 3 at any given time. A quiver full of arrows.
Backstory/Personality: An assassin of the infamous Dark Brotherhood. Phaethon's expertise lies in making a swift and quick kill, and slipping away unnoticed. Having honed his skills and having some understanding of the Thu'um enough to use the Aura whisper Dragon Shout, Phaethon is able to spot potential hostiles through walls as a result, and plan accordingly. Though Aura Whisper only shows the presence of threats. It does not disclose their identity to the assassin, which is something he must do with his own two eyes.

Personality wise, Phaethon has one of two mindsets he employs on the job; Mocking his target and generally trying to provoke his enemy into making a fatal blunder, or being dead set on killing his target, so much so that he seldom says a word. The second mindset is usually employed on high-stakes jobs, or when the first mindset fails. Outside of that, however, Phaethon is typically calm and collected, albeit prone to getting distracted for a brief while if he sees something that catches his eye, such as an attractive woman bathing out in the open.

"...What? Just cause a guy's probably never going to find a significant other doesn't mean he can't dream."

Serena Marianne Salvatus

Name: Serena Marianne Salvatus
Aliases: Wandering Warrior, Singing Soldier
Race: Breton
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Appearance:

In case you can't tell, her eyes are blue.

Faction: Unaffiliated (Initially), Odd Jobs, (Later)
Weapons: A Steel Two handed sword and a Glass bow and arrow. (Later switches them out for Dragon bone Weapons)
Magics: Expert Conjuration, her singing voice has the mysterious effect of energizing her allies, greatly enhancing their combat abilities for however long she can sustain the song.
Equipment/Items: Healing potions of all 3 kinds (Stamina, Health and Magic), a whetstone for sharpening her sword, and spare bowstrings.
Backstory/Personality:
Born to a family of Bretons in High Rock, Serena's gift of singing had always been present since she was little, She loved to sing, even if she wasn't aware of the effects it had on the people around her. The Thalmor found out about her gift though, and planned to use it for their own gain, permission granted or not. Since the latter became the case, on account of her parents refusing to hand over their daughter to the Thalmor, the Thalmor responded by tearing the whole village apart in search for her. They had expected the Thalmor though, through an anonymous tip-off, and riding towards Skyrim was Serena on the back of a horse, escorted by a warrior wielding a two-handed sword, and was casting Conjuration magic to summon Atronachs to slow down any pursuers. Serena could only watch in shock as her home burned.

Years passed, and she learned how to fight in the manner of her saviour; A Two Handed sword at the ready, and Conjuration Spells to call backup if required. Her proficiency at learning quickly exceeded that of her mentor, who was killed by Thalmor Agents on the grounds of aiding a dangerous fugitive. Serena has harboured a burning hatred for Thalmor ever since the day her village was torn apart. During a battle with bandits, she stood back to back with a fellow traveller the bandits were targeting at the time, Cronic. As thanks, Cronic taught her how to use a bow, before setting off toward Skyrim. She continued her travels for a while before heading back to Skyrim.

Serena herself is actually a gentle soul to those she trusts, but when the Thalmor are nearby, she is quick to draw steel. Due to her experiences, she's not quick to trust people she doesn't know. Serena's choice to sing during fights is so she can embrace the gift she was given while she attacks her enemies, as if to spite the Thalmor who took away her carefree days away from her.

The Elder Scrolls: Souls of Many Shades [Jake & Cronic]

"Wouldn't mind the chance to flex the old cooking muscles more often." Cronic said, prior to chomping down on a bit of steak, wiping his mouth clean afterwards, while Serena took an entire chicken leg and picked it clean in a matter of seconds.

"When you live a nomadic lifestyle and you have to sleep out in the wilds for the night, whatever's for dinner is whatever you've got to hand at that time. It's a bit dangerous to go wandering in the dark for food after all. I lost count of the nights where it was just me, a campfire, a battered cookpot and some crude skewers fashioned from fallen branches. That being said, you can learn a lot of tricks this way. Even the most simple meals such as a grilled fish can become a treat for your senses if you can find something to use as a seasoning while you're on the go... You've just gotta take care not to use something poisonous by accident." Cronic said, before taking a bite out of a carrot.

"I learned that one the hard way; I was sick for half a week afterwards. It's a welcome change, and a bit more satisfying, to eat cooking in a safe haven you made yourself."

Dragonball Z - Side Story (Jakeozzy + CronicCrystalis)

I'll be adding these as I go, so bear with me.

Low Class Saiyan Warrior - Lek

"To fail Lord Frieza is to die. And we Saiyans are so few in number now that we can ill afford to fall like that."

Name: Lek

Race: Saiyan Pureblood

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Weapons: None

Items/Equipment: Custom Battle Suit, Old model Scouter, Crimson Sash, keepsake of sister.

Personality: Headstrong and wild, Lek enjoys the thrill of battle, of fighting a worthy adversary, but his reckless attitude conceals a fear of failure. His desire to be acknowledged by the only surviving Saiyan Royalty would make him quick to fall into depression if he fails a task, and death is the price of failure, be it at the hands of the Tyrant Frieza, or his enemy's. Such is the case with his mission to apprehend or terminate the Saiyan fugitive on Terra.

Backstory: One of the few Saiyan survivors of the destruction of Planet Vegeta, Lek was offworld at the time the Genocide of the Saiyans occured. He was somewhat younger than the Saiyan Prince at the time, but not by all that much. He respected the Saiyan Prince, however, so much so that to gain his approval of his existence was all that Lek desired. Alas, the Saiyan Prince has yet to give Lek the time of day, much less his approval. The mission to apprehend the Saiyan fugitive on Terra in the West Galaxy would ultimately change this Saiyan's life, and attitude, forever.

Terran Sharpshooter & Blacksmith - Crobalt Nicholas Crystalis

"Here is a riddle for you; I am always watching, always waiting, and you'll be dead before you ever see me face to face. What am I?"

Name: Crobalt Nicholas "Cronic" Crystalis

Race: Terran

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Weapons:
Initial: Customized bolt-action Sniper Rifle for high penetrative power. Fires custom rounds meant to forcibly shred apart incoming Ki Blasts and still strike the target. (Based on a Barret M82 .50cal Sniper Rifle, appearance wise)
Later: Hand-forged sword and shield set w/ Crystalline cores, drawing inspiration from black and white angel wings for each armament, respectively, christened "Salvation and Destruction" for the shield and the sword, capable of channeling Ki to enhance their effects.

Items/Equipment: Terran Comm unit,

Personality: Calm and focused when taking aim, it takes a lot of effort to catch him off guard. He's a lot more open and at ease when he's around those he trusts, and has a very strong will. Even in the face of certain death, he'll take the shot, time and time again.

Backstory: Formerly a Mercenary by trade, Cronic spent a large amount of his time perfecting the art of the sharpshooter, becoming able to shoot at a target from as far away as a tiny speck in the distance and still strike them in the head. His custom rifle and it's accompanying ammunition was concieved and produced by a joint development project between himself and the Frieza-race fugitive, Mark Astaroth.

Eventually he became a guardian of Terra alongside Rikyu, opting to support her from a vantage point with his rifle, splattering the contents of the skulls of those who thought they could just casually muscle in and take over the planet all over the ground and wall. Don't assume he isn't capable of fighting without his rifle however. Though his potential for growth has become stagnant in recent years, and his overall strength pales in comparison to a Saiyan, Cronic can still fight on the front lines as a last resort. Unknown to him, he has a lot of hidden potential that is just waiting to be drawn out. A power that will take the form of the balance between radiance and shadow.

Saiyan Teacher - Serena Salvatus

"That's Miss Salvatus to you. Need I launch another board eraser at your forehead to beat it into your skull?"

Name: Serena Marianne Salvatus

Race: Saiyan Pureblood

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Appearance:



Weapons: None (Initially), One-handed sword w/ a wing Motif (Later)

Items/Equipment: First Aid kit.

Personality:
While she may seem as sweet as a rose at first glance, she has plenty of thorns. Usually she's caring, considerate, and patient, but her pet peeve is when someone starts making flirtatious advances, fantasizing about her, is drunk, or any combination of the three, that's when the thorns come out to play, utilizing either the hardened heels of her boots to strike the offender, her tail or her hands to launch something at the unsuspecting victim's forehead. She can't stand to see anyone in legitimate pain, and will do anything in her power to ease it.

Backstory:
Battered, bruised and bleeding after fleeing from an encounter with Frieza's forces, Serena's attack ball crash landed on Terra's surface approximately five years prior to Lek's arrival. Had Cronic and Mark not found her when they did, she likely would have bled to death. Upon recovery, she eventually became a teacher upon Terra, using her natural Saiyan traits to be a virtuoso in the classroom, and keep any unruly students in line. The Male students among her class however tend to fantasize over her when they think she's not looking. Spoilers; She is.

Her current appearance is the result of a specialized Serum, created by Mark, that altered the facets of her DNA that regulate her appearance to make her blend in with the Terrans, Saiyan tail notwithstanding. Said serum would eventually lead to the advent of a certain silver-haired Saiyan. She never did quite manage to iron out the typical spiky hair of a Saiyan to make it perfectly straight, however, and just simply let the spikes flow downwards, resting just slightly below her shoulders on the front of her body, and the middle of her back on the rear.

Reportedly has an interest in a certain sniper.

Frieza Race Fugitve & R&D Specialist - Mark Astaroth

"Who says all scientists and researchers are frail nerds who can't fight for shit? I'm not afraid to put my foot down if that's what it takes."

Name: Mark Artemis Astaroth

Race: Frieza Race

Age: 35

Gender: Male

Appearance:


"The clothes were at the Guardian's suggestion. Something about 'Indecent Exposure.'"

Weapons: Crimson Throwing Stars (Formed from outgrown Bio-Armour pieces)

Items/Equipment: Scaled Bio Armor, notepad and pen, analysis scanner.

Personality:
Eerily calm in just about any situation. He doesn't appear to get angry when someone gives him grief, but rather, he just remembers to get even later. Tends to subconsciously shut out the world around him when working on projects. In combat situations, he tends to favour conservative tactics; Drawing a battle out into a fight of attrition with the intent to outlast his adversaries before dealing the finishing blow.

Backstory:
Somewhat of an abnormality among Frieza Racemen, some people have likened him to having crossed over with dragonkind in terms of his appearance, His body being a more vibrant red than shades of white or purple, his bio-armour having a more rough, scaly appearance to it rather than the sleek, smooth appearance of the rest of his race. He disagreed with the genocide of the Saiyans, choosing to believe it to be absolutely unnecessary, but such an opinion almost cost him his life. Choosing instead to flee than risk execution, he fled to the West Galaxy and crash-landed on Terra.

Upon arrival, he was naturally met with distrust and genuine hostility, so rather than risk drawing further attention to himself, he instead chose to retreat into a more reclusive environment and begin researching means to help the Terrans defend themselves should Terra come under attack by Frieza's forces. Eventually he encountered Cronic and the Saiyan Guardian of Terra, who, after a shaky start, came to an agreement. He would assist with the defence of the planet and developing means to protect it, and he in turn would be given citizenship and amnesty from harm.

Dragonball Z - Side Story (Jakeozzy + CronicCrystalis)

Let's just get this out of the way first. This RP is strictly between me and @Jakeozzy. We are not accepting any players.

Edit: The reason why we're wiping the slate clean? Xenoverse 2. Basically stole the wind from our sails, flipped the table over, and shot us in the junk.

Now that that's done, onto the plot summary.

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Planet Earth, home to Saiyan survivors such as Goku and Vegeta, and their half-blooded children. Most folks have learned of this planet's warriors, and the many trials they have faced. The Dragonballs are often instigators of such trials, as many would seek to use their wish granting properties for less than noble reasons. But Universe 7 is vast, and there may yet be more Saiyan stragglers on a similar world. One such world is the Planet Terra, in the West Galaxy, in which this tale takes place, with it's own Saiyan guardian, and it's own Saiyan attacker looking to bring them back into the fold... And this is where the story begins as these two first meet, and go head to head.

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Now for a little CS template.

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I'll create my own characters in a separate post to this one.

Dragonball Xenoverse - Side Story

Izaroth nodded in response to Blaze's remark, and turning to look at the person who'd called them out by their hair colour, he approached cautiously. The last time someone else in the Patrol "introduced themselves", the duo had ended up in healing tanks, so he was playing his cards close to his chest.

"...Look, if you're worried about me pulling a Glacia, don't be. Not everyone's got as much of a stick up their ass as he does." The figure said, before glancing at a checklist.

"...Bah. Initials again. Why can't they just give me their full name?" The man said, sighing in annoyance as he rubbed his forehead, before looking at Izaroth and Blaze again, the former now standing within arms reach.

"Alright... Now that that's out the way... I'm Crobalt Nicholas Crystalis. Cronic for short. I take care of day to day supplies distribution around Toki Toki City when I'm not out in the field. I'm also responsible for handing out these to the new bloods." Cronic said, taking out what looked to be two carry cases bearing the capsule corp logo, and the cases had initials engraved upon the surface, and handed them both to Izaroth.

"Izaroth Aestorm. What're these for?" The silver haired Saiyan said, taking the cases and inspecting them.

"These cases are yours to keep. They're for storing capsules in to stop them from flying out of pockets and what-have-you. Last thing you want is to reach for that senzu essence capsule only to find it's pulled a dissappearing act. They're also engraved with your initials. IA and BT, right?" Cronic said, looking at the two in sequence as he spoke their initials, courtesy of Izaroth introducing himself.

"I also include a complementary set of capsules. What you have there is your basic self-healing, Ki, group healing and Senzu Essence capsules. Might not seem like much at the moment, but these babies can quickly turn the tide if used correctly. You can acquire more at the general goods shop once you've earned enough scratch. Probably should've mentioned this, but we also get paid for keeping history from going bust. Just keep your wits about you and you'll do fine."

The Elder Scrolls: Souls of Many Shades [Jake & Cronic]

Once Aria stepped into the room, a mouthwatering sight greeted her; An array of assorted meats and vegetables, all arranged into a feast for the eyes, and the rest of the senses. Piles of freshly sliced meats and fish of various kinds stacked up high, cooked with herbs and other seasonings for additional flavour, with different combinations used as required, carrots arranged to look like a sort of square wall with a "Roof" of cabbage leaves, a literal mountain of potatoes... The list goes on. What was certain however, was that Cronic had cooked enough food to completely fill the bellies of the four of them, and then some.

Cronic and Serena were sat diagonally opposite from one another, the former waving to Aria as she entered the building, as he picked an ample selection of what was available on the table, and taking the time to savour his handiwork. He had spent the last few hours whipping up this feast, afterall, and he would be severely dissapointed if it didn't work out as intended.

Serena, on the other hand, was initially skeptical as she loaded her plate, but once she'd taken that first bite, she threw her caution (And her manners) to the wind. To her, something like a homecooked meal was considered a luxury, but now that she was actually having one, she feels like she could never go back to tavern food.

The Elder Scrolls: Souls of Many Shades [Jake & Cronic]

Though she was sound asleep, Serena was tossing and turning restlessly, images of a wolf appearing within her mind. At first glance, you'd probably think she was having a nightmare, but she was snapped back to reality when she smelled something... Something delicious. Rubbing her eyes as she awoke, she slowly went downstairs.

"You put the herbs on the venison and eat 'em both up~" Cronic sang to himself, as he cooked various meats over a cookfire while he worked on various vegetables. Serena's mouth began to water slightly at the sight, having not eaten since she left Solitude with Yuki.

"Figured this'd get you up. It's not ready yet though." Cronic said, turning to look at Serena with one eye, before returning to the vegetables he was presently chopping up.

Dragonball Xenoverse - Side Story

"I collected a fair share of books, journals and other things during my travels. Every day is a chance to learn something new, afterall, and I'm always looking to expand my horizons." Izaroth said to himself, thinking back to the "library" he had aboard his ship as he made his way to the shopping district.

"Of course, that's not to say I didn't get my practical studies in, either. Reading about a technique is one thing, but actually using it yourself is another." Izaroth said, looking at Blaze as they crossed through the gate. True to his word, the silver haired Saiyan began to explain in detail the Vanish technique he'd used during their introductory "battle" against Trunks.

"It may sound complicated at first, but once you've gotten the hang of it, it becomes second nature. The only problem with it is that it is incredibly taxing on your stamina with back-to-back use. Use it too frequently and you'll only tire yourself out." Izaroth said, spotting a brown haired human/saiyan male checking over what looked to be a manifest next to a few Capsule Corp crates, the majority of his hair spiked back in the style of a fireball, with two spikes protruding down over his ears, and bangs over his forehead. What made him curious was that he looked more like a supervisor than an actual fighter; He was clad in a dark blue suit jacket that had been extended to droop past his knees with matching trousers and shoes with brown soles, a black shirt and a grey tie. That didn't necessarily mean the guy wasn't capable of fighting, if the heavy looking rifle strapped to his back was any indication.

Looking up for a moment, the man spotted Izaroth and Blaze, and took a deep breath.

"Hey, Silver and Red, come here a moment!" He shouted at the two, though he didn't come across as threatening.

Dragonball Xenoverse - Side Story

Crossing one arm across his chest while gripping his chin with the other, Izaroth went into contemplation for a moment, closing his eyes as he did so.

"Well, if Trunks wants us to be ready for something, going into a full blown training session might be counterproductive to that. I say we wander around a bit, get to know some of the locals. Hopefully there won't be as many Glacias out there who'd prefer to try to punch our lights out at the first meeting." Izaroth said, reopening his eyes and returning his arms to his sides.

"At the same time though, I still need to teach you the Vanish technique, just so you can quickly get out of harm's way. I'll explain it as we go. Probably can't hurt to take inventory of what supplies we can get to take into the field, either." Izaroth said, as he began to walk towards the watery gate.

"It's going to be an interesting experience, of that, I am certain. The opportunity to fight across time itself doesn't come every day, afterall."

Dragonball Xenoverse - Side Story

Unbenownst to Rikyu, however, the pat on his back had unfortunate consequences. If she looked onto the ground, she'd see what appeared to be a contact lens... With a circular green tint to it in the centre. It wouldn't take the Saiyan long to figure out where it came from.

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When they arrived at back at the time patrol, Izaroth was searching his clothes for something, his hand over his left eye. Rikyu's impact had knocked out that eye's contact lens that made his eyes have green irises. Eventually he found what he was looking for, put it onto his index finger on his free hand, and applied it to his left eye.

"My eyes get irritated spontaneously at times. Sometimes in one eye, sometimes in both. I just applied some eye drops to soothe it." the Silver haired Saiyan said, normality having been restored, as what he'd actually put in was a replacement contact lens. Had he not done so, his real eye, just a black pupil, would've been visible.

"This also means Rikyu may have figured out my secret. Here's hoping she can keep a lid on it..." Izaroth thought to himself, hoping Blaze and Trunks bought his bluff.