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Fantasy Space Quest

Pria looked over to Hensen and offered a polite smile in return. "It's more then okay. I still don't have my own ship so flying in any way is nice." Plus you can't beat 1000 credits for a few hours of waiting. "I really should be thanking you, finding work can be hard at times." She kept her eyes ahead of her if she could help it. Even if this was mostly automated she wasn't about to mess it up by looking away for the one second she'd need to.

"Pyrrhic" A Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy RP

Looking at our cast it feels like either Avo, Nick or Nadia would rise to a leader position. They are much more the leader type then most of our characters.

Fantasy Space Quest

"Then off we are."

Pria started the engine, reviewed the lights on the console to confirm everything was working as intended, tightened her hands on the controls a little, and into the sky.

The ship flew beautifully. Certainly smoother than she was used to. It felt less heavy then other ships she'd practiced with, which was a pretty nice feeling. She tried her best to remain not overtly excited, but a small smile had formed on her lips. She loved the feeling flying gave you. It meant you were in control. The skies were clear and soon they'd be breaking through the few clouds in the sky. Not long after they'd be off into space. And in a simple matter of hours another planet.

Sure beats walking.

"Pyrrhic" A Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy RP

I'm noticing a lot of element based people. We could totally color coordinate and be like the power-rangers.

Except more magical.

And sadly less giant robots.

Fantasy Space Quest

Pria's cheeks flushed ever so slightly. She had maybe gotten a little too hopeful. Of course she wasn't going to fly the Mattiz! As she wandered over to the Cervi she felt stupid for being disappointed, it was still a beautiful ship she'd get to use.

She waited as Hensen prepared everything for takeoff then entered the helm as well. Taking a look around the station she got situated with where everything was. She imagined this would be a lot more familiar with this setup then the one in the Mattiz anyways. Who knew what that thing had inside it. Pria felt a need to rush so they could take off as soon as possible, but she also wanted to make sure she was comfortable first. Making a mistake while flying would be a lot worse than waiting around for a few seconds.

Once she was comfortable with the controls she set her bag beside the seat and settled into the chair. "All right, we're ready and set to go then?" She asked to Hensen for confirmation before setting out.

"Pyrrhic" A Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy RP

@OneWayOut

Thank you! I've moved her over. I'll notify before I add/change anything.

"Pyrrhic" A Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy RP

Candy Lietvol

Pronounced "Light-vall"

|Age|
20

Appearance:
Standing at roughly 5"7 and with a toned build she wouldn't stand out too much by herself. Her hair is straw blond and way, left in a tangled mess. Her face has some sharp features, with a strong jawline and piercing eyes. Her lips are thin and her cheeks pink. She has long lashes with light blue iris'. Her nose is sharp and slight. Her cheeks are a little sunken in and a wicked scar curves around the left eye and through the corner of her lips. She has a pale complexion, and a more masculine figure. With rough hands and marred cuts all over, she gives off a less then gentle appearance. That being said her general demeanor is inviting, standing and moving in a relaxed and boisterous way. She loves to smile and has a surprisingly white set of teeth. She is missing the ring finger on her left hand. She wears loose comfortable clothing, with a fair share of accessories like bracelets or her patented headband.

|Magical Abilities and Augmentor|
Magical Abilities:
"And her music was electric..."
Candy's magic stems entirely from storms, and stage presence. Applying lightning and thunder into a myriad of spells and abilities. She is an adaptable clairvoyant, although something is to be said about subtly. The amount of mana used per cast depends on the spell, so she isn't reliably in a long term skirmish. Most of her magic aids in being offensive directly, whether it's calling a peel of lightning unto a Shade or Darkened; or if it's creating a loud thunderclap to disorient/get their attention. She combines her innate magic with her musical talents, meaning while she doesn't need to be making noise to cast, she will be is she can help it. Here are some less abstract examples of her abilities:

• Firing a bolt of electricity at an enemy.
• Creating an aoe burst of sound.
• Creating sparks or flashes to blind enemies.
• Imbuing parts/a part of herself with a massive burst of speed.
• Creating thunderclouds

Her augmentor is a beaten leather right-hand glove with no fingers. Handed down from a special person.

|Personality|
Like her magic, Candy is the loud and proud sort. She refuses to be anyone but herself, and will stand up against things she finds wrong. She isn't exactly abrasive but she does tend to get close with people quickly. She is friendly and some can find her annoying. She likes to look on the bright side of things but she's also a realist, where she could seem naive she is surprisingly prudent. She let's a lot of things slide when it comes to herself, liking to live in the moment and laugh off whatever she can. She is a staunch defender of those she likes, while she tends to neglect her self. A hypocrite in many ways she isn't a big picture sort of person, and just wants to save what she see's in front of her. With an unhealthy mix of apathy to her own physical state and the delusion she is invincible, she takes great risks for herself.

|Sample Post|

Hider

Three.

She could manage three. When the fourth came in she was done for.

Candy lay crumpled against the stone steps, their hard corners digging into her back and neck. She could hear a ringing sound, and everything was hazy. Why did she do it again? A warmth by her hand reminded her. Oh yeah, the dog. It had been a rough winter, and those kids were hungry. The dog didn't have much meat on it, but something is better than nothing. She managed to raise her head enough to look at the thing. It was lean and covered in a brown matted shag. It's black eyes looking down at her right hand, licking the bloodied knuckles. She almost managed a chuckle at that. Licking them won't do much, besides she was hurt all over. As she blinked a few times the world came more into focus. It was getting dark, but it wasn't as dark as she had though it was. The sun was still on it's way down, giving room for the moon to rise. She didn't see any sign of the four kids who left her in this sorry state, which wouldn't be surprising except the mutt was here too.

"I wouldn't move around too much, if I were you."

An unfamiliar voice remarked off to her right. She let her head fall in that direction to see a girl who only looked a little older than her sitting on the steps. She was roughed up too, her one eye ringed in a purple bruise. Candy ignored the advice, and the aches to sit up as well. As she massaged the pain in her neck away she squinted at the stranger. "I'll live. Who'r you?"

The stranger looked to her and sniffed, rubbing at her nose with one arm. "I finished your handiwork. I can't put up with people who hurt animals."

Candy smiled painfully. They'd get along just fine.

The two exchanged names, and talked for a while. The stranger (now known as Meril) helped her back to her home. The dog following behind them. They spoke about little things and big things, learned their similarities and their differences, and set to meet up again the next day. After a while the two decided to live together."it would be cheaper" they lied, "and easier too." Of course it was really neither of those things, but they were happier regardless. And finally having someone to watch their backs, they eked out a living.

Until a few darkened made it into town.

Fantasy Space Quest

Thank you, that helps a lot!

"Pyrrhic" A Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy RP

@OneWayOut

I would like to say done enough to start? I was hoping that would be okay and I could just add as I go. If you want me to work on it more before accepting I totally understand though.

"Pyrrhic" A Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy RP

Candy Lietvol

Pronounced "Light-vall"

|Age|
20

Appearance:
Standing at roughly 5"7 and with a toned build she wouldn't stand out too much by herself. Her hair is straw blond and way, left in a tangled mess. Her face has some sharp features, with a strong jawline and piercing eyes. Her lips are thin and her cheeks pink. She has long lashes with light blue iris'. Her nose is sharp and slight. Her cheeks are a little sunken in and a wicked scar curves around the left eye and through the corner of her lips. She has a pale complexion, and a more masculine figure. With rough hands and marred cuts all over, she gives off a less then gentle appearance. That being said her general demeanor is inviting, standing and moving in a relaxed and boisterous way. She loves to smile and has a surprisingly white set of teeth. She is missing the ring finger on her left hand. She wears loose comfortable clothing, with a fair share of accessories like bracelets or her patented headband.

|Magical Abilities and Augmentor|
Magical Abilities:
"And her music was electric..."
Candy's magic stems entirely from storms, and stage presence. Applying lightning and thunder into a myriad of spells and abilities. She is an adaptable clairvoyant, although something is to be said about subtly. The amount of mana used per cast depends on the spell, so she isn't reliably in a long term skirmish. Most of her magic aids in being offensive directly, whether it's calling a peel of lightning unto a Shade or Darkened; or if it's creating a loud thunderclap to disorient/get their attention. She combines her innate magic with her musical talents, meaning while she doesn't need to be making noise to cast, she will be is she can help it. Here are some less abstract examples of her abilities:

• Firing a bolt of electricity at an enemy.
• Creating an aoe burst of sound.
• Creating sparks or flashes to blind enemies.
• Imbuing parts/a part of herself with a massive burst of speed.
• Creating thunderclouds

Her augmentor is a beaten leather right-hand glove with no fingers. Handed down from a special person.

|Personality|
Like her magic, Candy is the loud and proud sort. She refuses to be anyone but herself, and will stand up against things she finds wrong. She isn't exactly abrasive but she does tend to get close with people quickly. She is friendly and some can find her annoying. She likes to look on the bright side of things but she's also a realist, where she could seem naive she is surprisingly prudent. She let's a lot of things slide when it comes to herself, liking to live in the moment and laugh off whatever she can. She is a staunch defender of those she likes, while she tends to neglect her self. A hypocrite in many ways she isn't a big picture sort of person, and just wants to save what she see's in front of her. With an unhealthy mix of apathy to her own physical state and the delusion she is invincible, she takes great risks for herself.

|Sample Post|

Hider

Three.

She could manage three. When the fourth came in she was done for.

Candy lay crumpled against the stone steps, their hard corners digging into her back and neck. She could hear a ringing sound, and everything was hazy. Why did she do it again? A warmth by her hand reminded her. Oh yeah, the dog. It had been a rough winter, and those kids were hungry. The dog didn't have much meat on it, but something is better than nothing. She managed to raise her head enough to look at the thing. It was lean and covered in a brown matted shag. It's black eyes looking down at her right hand, licking the bloodied knuckles. She almost managed a chuckle at that. Licking them won't do much, besides she was hurt all over. As she blinked a few times the world came more into focus. It was getting dark, but it wasn't as dark as she had though it was. The sun was still on it's way down, giving room for the moon to rise. She didn't see any sign of the four kids who left her in this sorry state, which wouldn't be surprising except the mutt was here too.

"I wouldn't move around too much, if I were you."

An unfamiliar voice remarked off to her right. She let her head fall in that direction to see a girl who only looked a little older than her sitting on the steps. She was roughed up too, her one eye ringed in a purple bruise. Candy ignored the advice, and the aches to sit up as well. As she massaged the pain in her neck away she squinted at the stranger. "I'll live. Who'r you?"

The stranger looked to her and sniffed, rubbing at her nose with one arm. "I finished your handiwork. I can't put up with people who hurt animals."

Candy smiled painfully. They'd get along just fine.

The two exchanged names, and talked for a while. The stranger (now known as Meril) helped her back to her home. The dog following behind them. They spoke about little things and big things, learned their similarities and their differences, and set to meet up again the next day. After a while the two decided to live together."it would be cheaper" they lied, "and easier too." Of course it was really neither of those things, but they were happier regardless. And finally having someone to watch their backs, they eked out a living.

Until a few darkened made it into town.

Side Note: I want to flesh it out more but I think i'm not actually in the best creative state right now. I'll come back to add more hopefully.