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CROBALT NICHOLAS "CRONIC" CRYSTALIS, 26



"With the amount of bullets that've come my way, I'm surprised I don't have any facial scars yet."



P E R S O N A L I A


"Any good day I have is one where I'm still breathing at the end of it all. I've been around the Mafia World since about... 6 years ago now. I've had my ups, my downs, and I've been shot at more times than I can count. But the most important thing I've done is I learned from those screwups. Each failure's a lesson for later. Ah, my old man would probably be proud or angry at me if he were around."

// P E R S O N A L I T Y
Although he seems calm, kind and generous at first glance, take care not to pick a fight with him, because his mindset quickly dispenses with the kindness and takes upon the mindset of a focused, calm combatant. Where others would fall prey to provocation, he would not, choosing to fight on his own terms, and not play into those of his opponent's.

// B A C K G R O U N D
Formerly a world-wandering mercenary turned hitman for the Mafia, Crobalt has seen a lot of conflict over the last decade, and has been seasoned in various conflicts worldwide, earning his fair share of scars and experience along the way. Despite the fact that he basically kills people for a living, he retains a gentle mindset when not on a job.

Though he doesn't know much about how a Mafia family is run (And frankly, it's not something he's thought about having to learn), he's developed the sort of mentality to offer one hand, but keep a pistol in the other as a "just in case". Some might call it excessive to be so suspicious, but when some people are likely to stab you the second you turn your back, no caution is too much. Just ask the corpses of past clients in a ditch somewhere because they thought they could outsmart him.

Though he is still young compared to more seasoned members of the Mafia, he is wiser than his age would suggest. Any failures he makes, he makes a point to learn from them later, and he's always looking to improve his skills. Self improvement could take any number of forms, afterall. And even if he can't immediately spot these differences, he's not prideful enough to not ask for pointers.

He does tend to take on advisory roles on occasion, the individuals he provides it to benefitting from his experience on and off the battlefield. He's quite content with his current "On again, off again" habit of going between hitman and advisor, since it keeps him on his toes. Course, nothing ever stays the same for long as far as the Mafia are concerned...


P A R A M E T E R S


"Quote"

// F L A M E
Storm

// A B I L I T I E S
Cool-headed - Able to maintain a calm outlook in almost any situation. You'd have to really go out of your way to tick him off

Analytical - Capable of observing targets and deducing weaknesses, then exploiting said weaknesses with surgical precision.

Experienced - Has survived a few close scrapes in the past and came out wiser for it; Is willing to share his experience with others to help them avoid those same pitfalls.

Seasoned Marksman Though he probably doesn't hold a candle to the Arcobaleno Reborn in terms of his sharpshooting skills, he's still a good shot in his own right. If it shoots bullets, he can use it with precision.

Swordsman Although a bit irregular for a storm user, he took up swordplay as a contingency plan for close range battlefields where firearms would be unable to be aimed in time.

// E Q U I P M E N T
Sniper Rifle - Often carried on his back into battle, unless out among civilians, in which case he leaves it behind.

Double-edged 1-handed Sword - Concealed beneath his coat, on his left hip, always on hand. Simple, but effective.
Crobalt Nicholas Crystalis - The Sun

Butter Daisy Forest

"...Jump into a hole and risk breaking legs or take my chances at ending up Human Flambé." Cronic said, turning back briefly to glance at the flames, quickly counting that they were now a head short... At least as far as he could tell from those he could see who were in the clearing with him moments prior. Gritting his teeth for a moment, he then turned back to the hole.

"IF THIS HURTS LIKE HELL, YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE HELL TO PAY FOR THIS!" Cronic shouted out as he jumped, screaming one word as he did so;

"GERONIMOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"

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Hatter's Sanctuary

Naturally, Cronic wasn't prepared for when Gravity flipped on him, and ended up landing face down on the ground. The ground stifling a groan, he slowly got back up to his feet and began to dust himself off, gazing around for a moment, all the while listening to the exchange between Adam, Alice and the White Rabbit... And was subsequently caught off guard (and might've thrown up in his mouth a little bit) when the "White Rabbit" was forcibly turned around and looked like some kind of ink monster until it fixed it's features.

"...That is one thing I wish I could Un-see." Cronic said to himself, before noticing Snow's breakdown, and headed over to help him up to his feet, dusting him off too, before softly pulling Snow's head to his shoulder and wrapped an arm around his back, bringing another hand to the back of his head.

"...Yeah. I think we're all in over our heads at the moment. Right now we've all got thousands of questions running through our heads... And we need answers." Cronic said, gazing at the White Rabbit.

"So I'll get straight to the point; Why, of all people, did you bring us here?"
Crobalt Nicholas Crystalis - The Sun

"Don't have to tell me twice! I could feel the sheer heat from that, from here!" Cronic shouted out, doing everything he could to keep himself on the trail of the girl with Mouse traits. Crobalt himself was in decent physical shape. Mostly out of necessity because although he helped people down on their luck, he still had to pay for everything out of his own pocket, in addition to his bills. The job he held to fix that problem was largely down to manual labour.

"I don't wanna be around to find out what happens when you get caught in that!" Cronic shouted out to himself as he hopped over a tree root, continuing to keep pace. Though he had no qualms running long distances at a time, his formal attire wasn't really meant for that, so he wore a tracksuit instead.

"Anyone who got caught in THAT... I doubt there'll be anything left." Cronic thought, suppressing a shiver.
"This one's on the house." Cronic said, as he set about taking Yuki's measurements. Height, Arm length, chest, waist, and so on, while mentally taking notes on the design of her normal clothes beneath the Thalmor robe.

"The experience is payment enough. I get to step outside of my comfort zone and try something new." Cronic said, putting away the tape measure once he was done, having written down the specifics on one piece of parchment.

"Now then... Do you want something similar to what you're wearing now, minus the Thalmor robe, or something more in tune with local attire?"

Serena, meanwhile had chosen to get out the building and get some fresh air, gesturing to Yuki and Cronic as she passed by, heading towards Dragonsreach herself.
Crobalt Nicholas Crystalis - The Sun

"I have a long day fighting off street punks harassing one of the people I'm helping find their footing, I lose track of time doing some paperwork... And now I'm running for my life in some bizzare world from a behemoth of a man who answers to Black Rabbit. What a day..." Cronic said to himself as he ran, aiming to keep himself as far out of the reach of the "Black Rabbit" as he could.

"So just keep going until we can reach safety? Here's hoping our physical limits don't come into play here. Makes me wish I'd practiced throwing rocks at targets more. Though that would probably just make him mad." Cronic said to the White Rabbit, keeping his eyes focused on the path in front of him and the ground, that he might better evade anything that would cause him to stumble or fall.
The Sun - Crobalt Nicholas "Cronic" Crystalis

"I think we already went down said hole, judging from the look of this place." Cronic said to Liam, before returning his attention to the white Rabbit... And the arrival of the unknown man from the mass of mist and tentacles.

"Ladies, gents, now would be a good time to book it out of here if you don't want to take on a humanoid mountain of muscle!" Cronic said in response to the arrival of the unknown, but clearly unfriendly individual in front of them.

"I'd like to think that I could at least hold the line for a time to buy the others a chance to escape on an ordinary day, but we're in an unknown land, with a talking rabbit, and an eight foot behemoth of a man. Normal kind of went to pot a while ago." Cronic thought to himself, turning on his heels as quickly as he could, and took off as fast as his legs would allow.
"I had a fairly simple objective today; Get you some more appropriate clothing for Skyrim's climate." Cronic said, fumbling around in his pouches until he pulled out a roll of measuring tape.

"Since those robes are going to attract the bad kind of attention. The Thalmor are looking for any excuse they can to assert dominance, after all. Sure they make for a good intermediate measure for keeping warm, but long term, they're going to be a problem." Cronic said as he searched around for a piece of blank parchment, an inkwell and a quill pen.

"But before I can fix that problem, I have to make sure I can get it to fit comfortably first." Once he'd gotten everything set up, he then turned to Yuki.

"So if it's not too much trouble, could you stand still a moment?" Cronic said, waiting for Yuki's permission before he began his measurements.
The Sun - Crobalt Nicholas "Cronic" Crystalis

As the evening rolled by, Cronic was presently sat in a sort of study, a notebook in one hand and a pen in the other. Quietly scribbling away, the brown-haired man was simply writing up his notes on the individuals who he'd just finished helping on their way to a better life, though he marked one down with "Weekly contact required to check progress and arrange additional support if necessary."

Once that was done, he then closed the book and stashed the pen away before checking the time.

"Seven hells, it's that late already?" He said to himself, the clock hands saying 11:00 PM. Having a quick stretch and letting out a yawn, Crobalt stood up from his desk and proceeded to his bed room to get washed, changed, and ready for bed, and was asleep half an hour after he'd checked the time in the study. His hair always looked a spiky mess in the morning, but some of his lady friends found it attractive, so he scarcely bothered to fix it.

In the runup to midnight, he was having a simple dream; All the folks he'd helped thus far had come to give him their thanks, and allow him to see how they'd gotten on. He was garbed in his usual attire when he was out and about; His dark blue suit jacket like trenchcoat with matching trousers, a dark grey shirt with a light grey tie, and black, brown soled shoes. All of that pleasant dreaming ended when he got dragged through the glass at Midnight though. The sudden change in scenery had caused him to faceplant the ground though.

"...Well. This was certainly unusual. First time I've had a dream where I get dragged through a glass window after a sudden blackout." Crobalt said as he got up and dusted himself off, gazing around at the people around him... His attention caught soon after by the talking White Rabbit, and listened to all those talking. He then slapped his cheeks to see if that would wake him up, to no avail.

"...Okay... Not sure what's going on here, but I hope it wasn't that cheese sandwich I ate today." Cronic said, walking over to the White Rabbit and the rest of the people around him. Unlike the others, though, he didn't reach down to pet him. Rather, he was simply observing it from a distance.

"So, uh... Anyone have any idea what just happened?"
"Right. Better get this right first time. As much as I'd like to guess, I'd probably end up just getting the measurements wrong." Cronic said to himself, as he searched downstairs for a spindle of thread.

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"Not the kind of comfort I needed. I just needed something to hold during the night. I get pretty restless otherwise." Serena said as she stood up.

"And I have absolutely no idea. I didn't see any library-like buildings on the way in. We'd need to check in with Cronic and Aria for that."










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