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Sounds good!

Should I make the next post then, or you?

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Yeah they could get boarded by some small time pirates or something!

Whether they are there for the ship, Hensen or both works for me.

I don't think Pria is "high leveled" enough to deal with a bunch of professionals, but a small band of thieves should be possible yes?

It would be easier if she had the wand I tried to give her, is that something you planned on giving later still? If not we could have Hensen pay her and go buy it while he's at the convention or something.

But of course if you had a specific time set for that reward don't let me rush it.

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If you didn't have anything in mind sure!

Should it happen on the way there or after they've landed?

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That's fair. I guess i'm used to playing out every little thing lol.

I'd prefer action! It would feel weird to me to just skip over the chance for character growth/tribulations. I want it to feel like she actually worked for it.

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So should I post the two landing? The conversation is done?

Innocence Lost: An RP of Child Soldiers and Science Fantasy

Aaloka Rudgar

(Likes being called "Allie")

Hider

Age:
16

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Physical Description:
Aaloka looks much a like the other children changed by the Ascendancy of Man. Altogether normal despite in top physical shape. She stands at roughly 5"3. Her build is toned though not overtly muscular. She has the tan skin telling of her descent, and almond shaped brown eyes. Her hair is black, and cut pixie short. She is lithe with slender hands, large eyes and a large forehead, looking almost doll like. She has a heart shaped face, a small nose and long lashes. The symmetry of her face broken by a large scar down her left eye. A smattering of freckles crosses the bridge of her nose and decorates her cheeks with constellations. The same marks can be found on her shoulders and parts of her lower back. Her nails are trimmed short and two fingers on her right hand are slightly more pale then the others, from when they were replaced. She often gives off a sort of lazy appearance, with a heavy lidded and unflinching stare.

When it comes to fashion she wears simple clothing of habit. Comfortable and serviceable is how she chooses to dress herself, though she does have the desire to branch out and care about her outward appearance. Her favorite color is purple, and will wear that if she can help it. She hasn't collected any accessories except for a simple locket, though she hopes to expand the collection.

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Important items:
The aforementioned locket is one of her prize possessions. Twisted in it's own way, she took it from the body of a field medic who seemed to show her some kindness. She didn't have any deep relationship with the woman, but it was enough for her. It is a small bronze locket in the shape of a heart, there is no picture inside yet.

A purple and simple friendship bracelet from another child in the program. They met as prisoners of the Rau've and became fast friends. While Allie decided to join the group in vengeance, her friend Martha went for a life of peace. To remember each other she left Allie this simple band of purple cloth.

Armor worn under clothing for protection, made of flexible fibers of shock absorbent material made to repel large points of impact. Less made for high stress situations and more-so for a nimble fighter.

Nemesis Weapon:
"Nemesis Vampirus"

A scythe made of black alloy and adorned with glowing red etches. Using it's magi-tech forces it can sap away life from a struck enemy if they stay within a certain distance. It is light-weight and wickedly sharp. It's unconventional shape as a weapon makes it more useful for pulling enemies in, and piercing armor then it does cutting. It's secondary ability is return to the wielders hands. It is tied to the user by being infused with their blood, giving it's name "vampirus" along with it's health absorbing ability. This also means the owner is able to tell where it is, with a vague sort of "sixth sense"

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Short Bio:
Aaloka was a prodigious student in India, aspiring to one day take over the family clinic. Naturally this did not come to pass. Instead she was taken to "ascend" and "fight the good fight." Before her body was changed she was a very non-confrontational person. She lived with her father and mother as a somewhat lonely only child, and wasn't entirely the most popular among her classmates. She took to the regiment and programs well enough, not initially holding any restraint and being an obedient subject. While she was the questioning type in her mind, she was never rebellious.

The awful tests and protruding nature in which she was treated made her retreat further within herself. Aaloka no longer wanted to become a doctor. In fact she wanted very little at all. Considered as a smashing success she did as was told, and pushed the crystalline elements through her veins to become a better and better soldier. Tasked with becoming a melee specialist she underwent many rigorous field tests and harsh training. Every day was another stress-test. Pushing her body farther and farther so that she could push back against an enemy she held no hate for.

And she did. She fought long and hard when her scars were healed. All the wounds inflicted by the tests were taken away so that she could grant them en masse. She cut swathes through enemy forces for only a short time. Her initial release as a soldier was not long before the battle of Proxima. She fought as she always did then, but pushed too far and was captured swiftly. Her magic, her special weapon and unflinching nature not enough to outdo the Rau've forces. And then she woke up.

Like the other surviving children, she was a prisoner, though treated much better by the enemy then she ever was by her makers. And she could run no longer, the space in her brain she fled to was laid bare. She faced reality and wept, until she could no more. In time she met the others, she befriended them and she came to feel again for the plant-like people who saved her, and who she regretted with every fiber for killing. Which was why she decided to continue the fight. The quiet girl who once excelled at sports and wishes to be a doctor was now a reverent made of a quiet anger. She would avenge the lives she took, and she would fight for those who were hurt like her. After all where else could she go? Peace seemed so far away now.

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Spell List:

• Timespace-Blink: A short range though near instantaneous teleport from one location to another. More so used for overcoming barriers and closing distances then transporting large detachments long distances.

Exceptional Skills list:

• Exceptional endurance
• Exceptional Weapon Use X 2
• Exceptional speed X 2

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I can't believe we've gone this long and I didn't notice I have made no physical description for Pria.

I will write one up now and add it to the character sheet i'm so sorry lmao

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It made it hard to focus on the flying with Hensen that excited. Sure she didn't even need to do anything for the most part, but she needed to seem professional. That being said his giddiness was drawing her in too. As he went on about his favorite heroes, arcs, characters and so on, Pria couldn't help but have her favorites come to mind too. She noticed he didn't have any magic based characters in his collection here but that didn't stop her from bringing her favorite up.

"I'm a fan of Red Thunder myself." A female super hero lead based on destructive magic, all done in fancy water-color illustrations. She was pretty popular with Pria's demographic. Young up and coming mages, especially of the female persuasion. "I know she doesn't have as many issues or as long a history as some of your guys, but she's so well written! Her powers are crazy and are honestly one of the reason's I practice magic myself." She was pretty much off the controls at this point, and slipped further and further away as she got into her spiel.

"Have you read any of her stories? If you haven't I'd really recommend them, heck I could send you the digital copy if you need convincing. I'm so excited for her crossover with Mind-Jack coming up, aren't you? You have a few of his books in there!" She was getting just as excited at this point, totally swiveled around to focus on the conversation instead.

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Pria smiled at that, giving him a look of youthful glimmer. "That's pretty close to the real thing, I like to imagine." She didn't make it too well known to her friends or anything, but she was pretty big into comics herself. A part of her wanted to get into the convention they were heading to, but it wouldn't be right. She didn't have a ticket or pass, the lines would be crazy, it'd be smart to watch the ship, and worst of all, she would spend SO much money.

"Speaking of comics, that's what this convention is based in right?" She feigned ignorance. "What sort of comics are your favorites?" She did her best to make it sound like idle chatter, but her interest was showing.

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Rp: ""Pyrrhic" A Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy RP"
Level: Casual
Status: Ongoing
Character status: Living
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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.