CronicCrystalis

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

"We can't just leave Yuki on her own though; She could easily run afoul of the wrong crowd here, given her childlike innocence. Some people are actually quite considerate, but others, well... The bandit locals will have a field day with her." Cronic said, having snapped back to his usual self, though he was also plotting his vengeance on Aria.

"And her "Borrowed" Thalmor garb is just going to attract unwanted attention. It's a bit of a stretch, but for the time being, I'm going to focus on making some more appropriate clothing for the climate. Otherwise she's just going to freeze to death out here. We can't all be Nords." Cronic said, having finished doing all the dishes now.

"A general idea of her size will suffice for now. I'll fine-tune it later. Probably going to be busy all day at Warmaiden's forge though."

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"Ah, don't be. I just needed some comfort during the night, and it was either him or you." Serena said as she stretched, before standing up.

"Besides. I can handle myself, even without my sword."

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

Serena was awake and sat on the edge of the bed... And from the looks of the expression on her face... Was trying her hardest not to burst out laughing.

"You should've seen the look on his face...!" Serena said, a faint smirk plastered onto her face, before she took a deep breath to try and compose herself.

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Cronic, meanwhile, was doing all the dishes from last night's feast, and rather speedily too; He was trying to do something, anything, to take his mind off of what just transpired.

"Aria. Not. Another. Word." Cronic said, the tone of his voice saying she should drop the subject before Cronic snapped.

"You'd think I'd wake up from being hauled upstairs!"

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

Once Serena had filled her tank, which had taken a sizable chunk out of the food on the table, she retired upstairs... Albeit slowly as to not upset her stomach. Cronic meanwhile, laid out his bedroll once he'd cleared a little space for it. After chasing down his food with some water, he then lay down and proceeded to nod off himself. "Might need to regulate the quantity next time..." Cronic thought to himself as the embrace of sleep welcomed him.

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The following morning, Aria would awaken to the same state the place had been left the night before... Except for one minor detail; Cronic's bedroll was on the floor as per the previous night, but Cronic himself was nowhere in sight.

"WAAAAAAAAAGH!" An all too familiar voice screamed out before something hit the ground upstairs, and Cronic immediately bolted down the stairs, his face practically red from ear to ear. In truth, Serena was having trouble sleeping last night... And chose to see if the comfort of another person would aid her slumber... So she hauled, albeit carefully, the sleeping Cronic upstairs... And subsequently resulted in the ensuing surprise.

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

"The brotherhood will convene a meeting and figure out how best to handle the deed based on the shared intelligence, though if he were still around, the Assassin who usually handles the contracts in this hold would be more than willing to handle the task. It's somewhat concerning he's gone missing. I fear he might've suffered a reprisal at the hands of Vampires." The Assassin said, briefly reading through the documents in front of them before they left just as quickly as they came with the documents in tow.

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"If you're feeling tired as well, Serena, you're welcome to use my room. Aria rarely uses her bed and I'm going to be cleaning up for a while down here." Cronic said as he began to gather up the empty plates and cutlery in preparation for washing. Serena just simply nodded in acknowledgement as she continued to devour one item of food after another.

"...And I thought we had huge appetites." Cronic said, watching the display out the corner of his eye with a raised eyebrow.

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

"I say we give Yuki and Serena a few days to get their bearings before we shove off. Yuki will probably need more suitable travelling clothes anyway, which isn't going to happen overnight." Cronic said, having finished his plate. At this point Serena was the only one still eating... And showed no signs of slowing down.

"Glad I cooked excess..." Cronic said, before noticing Yuki on the verge of dozing off.

"Think someone's ready to call it a night."

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"The Assassin usually assigned to this area of Skyrim has gone missing ever since that Vampire contract. The kill was confirmed, but he hasn't checked in since." A voice said as a figure clad in the standard Dark Brotherhood garb approached from the shadows.

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

"Just can't help yourself can you? Luckily for you I expected this." Cronic said, giving the cat a soft petting before passing it a fish before returning himself to Aria.

"...Well, it sounds like a nice enough place. Though we've literally only just got here." Serena said, gesturing to herself and Yuki.

"And we've essentially already hiked through Skyrim's wilderness to get here... And I'm not exactly keen to have another Giant encounter like the last, no offense." Serena said, looking at Yuki as she finished her sentence.

"We'd probably need to prepare supplies for the trip anyway." Cronic said, looking at Aria.

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

"All things considered, with the Civil War going on between the Empire and the Stormcloaks, the Thalmor being the Thalmor, and freaking DRAGONS attacking, we probably won't be going beyond the borders into warmer climates. I guess we'd just need somewhere so far out of the way no-one else would think to look there. Just some time to kick back and relax by ourselves. Not a lot of people would go out into Skyrim's mountains for the hell of it. Well, some people do, but they're either drunk on mead, they're a 'fearless' explorer or they're up to no good being the most common examples." Cronic said, eating a piece of steak soon after.

"Anyone know any good local retreats?" Serena asked before resuming her onslaught on the food in front of her.

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.