@Dedonus Well we don't this Jacob is going to be a little different than the last.
I didn't say it would be the same. :D I'm just pointing out that Abra won't be able to say "You're being lead by a sixteen year old?" What I was saying is that it probably is a good thing.
Appearance: As the Class section briefly mentioned, Marius falls under the ‘Red-Cavalier’ archetype and therefore dons a suit of red armor (I personally prefer the FE7 armor, but if I need to use the Awakening armor, so be it). His physical build is similar to Sain and Kent (from FE7), although his hair and eyes do not match his armor, like the previously mentioned cavalier-pair. Instead, they are dark brown and blue, respectfully. Furthermore, unlike the previously mentioned cavaliers, Marius has trimmed facial hair, which has a slight reddish tint.
Personality: Marius is a serious and dedicated knight of Ylisse. While he does possess a softer side of his personality, he usually masks it with his seriousness and dedication, which sometimes makes himself seem cold to others, even though he has the best attentions in mind. In war, one’s mind must be focused on the task at hand and Marius follows that philosophy to the dot of an ‘i’.
Marius is also a pious follower of Naga. It sickens this knight of Ylisse to fight is fight against fellow worshippers of Naga, but he also cannot stand by and watch the will of Naga be bent to the whim of mortal leaders. With more and more blood of the followers being shed, Marius must console himself that such violence shall prevent an even greater evil.
Beyond this, Marius is a loyal friend and ally, even if his serious and focused nature might make it seem otherwise.
Biography: Marius was from a long line of lesser commanders of Ylisse and he chose to follow in his ancestors footsteps. Once, when Marius was still young, the knights of Ylisse had in their stables a great horse that would not allow any mortal man to mount it. However, one day, the men found Marius with that great horse and they were surprised at how calm the horse was. They were even more surprised when it allowed Marius to climb onto its back. From that day on, Marius called the horse Bucephalus.
In the present day, Marius, along with his steed, Bucephalus, served in the knights of Ylisse. With the aid of Bucephalus, Marius proved to have great potential for advancing through the ranks of the knights of Ylisse. Once the news broke out about the crusades declared by the Church of Naga, Marius held distain in his heart against this decision. How could humanity know the whims of the gods? But due to his nature, he hid his distain under his dedication to the state, standing by one phrase: regi patriaeque.
Equipment: Elfire, Vulnerary (3 uses) Personality: When someone first meets Abra, that person would describe her in one of two ways. One person might describe her as peppy and carefree, trying to look at the bright side of life. Another, on the other hand, would say that she is very studious and has a thirst for knowledge. While these two personalities might seem to class (“Don’t waste a single hour of the day” vs. “I want to read this thousand page book!”), both of them, to a certain extent, are only fronts that Abra uses to hind the pain that she has experienced in her life. Otherwise, she probably would break down crying.
Abra was extremely close to Helike (the kind old witch who raised her). If she happens to lose any memorabilia of her foster mother, Abra might become rash in her attempt to retrieve said item. Her witch’s hat possesses a priceless value for Abra, as it was Helice’s last gift to her before Abra’s foster mother died. Trying to stop her usually would be fruitless, unless one could either physically or magically can restrain her from putting herself into harm’s way. And if she could not retrieve it, well, Abra probably would not be in such a chipper mood.
Once someone has earned her trust, Abra will be loyal until the end. However, once must first earn this near-unbreakable trust. However, until that level of trust has been reached, Abra keeps at least one eye open, looking out for anyone who wishes to take advantage of her, either for her intelligence or anything else.
Biography: 23 Years ago, an infant was exposed in the forest (Greek Mythology style). Nevertheless, some of the forest animals took pity on the child and placed her on the doorstep (Santa Claus is Coming to Town style) of a kind old witch named Helike. The kind old witch took in the child and raised the child on her own (using her magic to compensate for her growing age).
Once Abra was old enough, Helike began to teach her some basic, almost harmless magic, like making objects levitate and such. What was surprising to the kind of witch was not that Abra caught on, but at the pace at which she learned. When Abra had exhausted all the spells and incantations that the kind old witch was comfortable with teaching the young lass, Helike had to resort to throwing theoretical books on more advanced topics to hold her over until Abra was old enough to do some more advanced magic. And from time to time (more often than not as she was running out of things to give her young apprentice), Helike would take Abra down to the nearby village so that the young girl could interact with real people lest Abra grow up without any social skills whatsoever.
Once Abra had turned 16, Helike finally decided that it was about time to allow her young pupil attempt some more potent magic (of course under the kind old witch’s supervision). Nowadays (I mean modern day Earth), 16 year olds would get excited about getting their driving permit and being able to drive. This would had been the same amount of excitement that Abra felt when she finally was allowed to advance in her magical training. For her whole birthday, the young girl practiced and learned the new material. By the end of the day, she had entirely wore-out Helike, who immediately retired to her sleeping quarters.
However, Abra was too excited to go to sleep yet. Therefore, after the kind old witch had went to bed, Abra snuck down stairs and picked out one of the spell books that had been previously off-limits until that day. Once she reentered her room without making a sound, she peeled open the book and began to look for a spell to try. However, as she looked through the book, none of the spells in it looked familiar, or at least her foster parent did not show any of them to her.
After taking some time sorting through some bizarre hexes and spells, Abra finally found one that looked somewhat normal. She placed an apple on a plate and tried to make it grown. However, after the first and second tries, nothing happened. She then looked back at the tome and looked over the spell again, double checking to make sure she was not doing anything wrong. When she made a third attempt, something did finally happen. For a brief second, a bright, white light enveloped the young girl’s room. For the next few minutes, she just sat there, listening to see if her light night activities had stirred awake the kind old witch. But fortunately, all the work that they had achieved the past day had worn the old woman out so much that even that flash of light could not wake her up.
When Abra noticed that the apple had not been affected whatsoever, she quickly (yet quietly) closed the book and returned it to Helike’s library and returned to bed. The next morning, when she woke up, Abra felt weird. There were not any physical changes, but something just felt off. When she went out for breakfast, Helike was already busy at work making a hearty meal, knowing fully that they both would need all the energy they could get in order to get though another day of teaching and learning. But at the first mention of magic, Abra burst into tears, admitting everything that happened last night. Helike consoled her, telling the young girl that there was no such thing a complete failures, but accidents that allow for personal growth.
As the years slipped by, Abra found herself taking care of the old witch more and more as her condition slowly slipped away. For six years, the young apprentice had to go to town to get supplies for the one person who had spent the last several years raising her. The trips began to become more common as the years piled up.
Or they did until recently. One night, Helike was bedridden and Abra fell asleep keeping watch over her sick foster mother. Before she passed away, Helike, using the last bit of strength she had, repaired her own witch’s hat, as if it were brand new, placed the hat upon her young apprentice’s slumbering head. With this final gift, Helike took her final breath. Once Abra finally woke up the next morning, her heart was drowned with pain and sorrow when she saw her foster mother lying peacefully in her own bed. What broke her heart even more was that Helikes’ final gift. Finding the hat on her head, Abra knew that Helike was thinking about her when she passed away.
Awesome! Thank you!! Can anyone give me a brief catch Up? I can go back and read the last couple of pages, but it would be easier to get soemthing written up soonish if I knew what was going on at the moment. ( It won't affect my character type, but it would make me able to post a character intro parallel to acceptance.
Unless someone does it before tomorrow, I'll try to put a little summary.
@Apollosarcher Wow, Jacob got aged a little. Now Abra cannot make any comments about his age. Although it kind of makes the whole Jacob-Marianne "relationship" a little less creepy (if such a thing could even be achieved).
Before I begin making a character, may I have permission to make a character ( or two?) I'm aware this has open enrollment, but I thought it would be polite to ask first anyway( in case this is a bad time to put in a character.)
We would prefer that you begin with one. You would have to get an official answer from NMS, but after a few posts, I'm sure we will accept a second character. :D
Also I can't remember, did you and the Dr.Strange speak about the blanks @Dedonus? :P Can't remember if youw ere wanting him to pm stuff or were just waiting to accept him.,
Crap. For some strange reason I thought I accepted that one. Must have slipped my mind. Again, if I don't accept your application after 24 hours, please REMIND me! Here is a link to the Doctor Strange application for future reference. I'll look over @Algorhythm's Doctor Strange and @Sep's Doctor Doom application as soon as possible.
I inched my way up to the Greek-styled temple. Obviously, I was not approaching it while in my ‘drider’ form because that would be way too conspicuous. Heck, I would stick out like a sore thumb if I did that. Walking up to a building influenced by ancient architecture while wearing your pajamas is still pretty conspicuous, but having eight legs and an arachnid abdomen would probably have it beat. Clutching together my zip-up sweatshirt, I ascended the steps that lead up to the main entrance for the temple. Unfortunately, I did not have much time to get inside because of my little problem I just discovered, namely that my power nullifying band would make me sick (even with my healing factor) if I did not periodically deactivate it.
Once I had passed by the front set of eight columns that decorated the front of this so-called ‘Shrine of Ares’, I noticed a large doorway on the far side of the roofed entrance, which lead to a large, domed room. Since it appeared that several of the residents of the neighboring residential areas were gathered inside this room, watching their peers compete in boxing matches, as it seemed, I decided to duck to the side of roofed entrance space. Looking around my immediate proximity, I noticed that there was no one else within eyeshot. After waiting a few seconds, just in case my ‘spider-sense’ detected any bystanders who would happen to run into me, I tapped on the power-nullifying wristband.
Now that I was appropriately dressed for what I (or rather Athena) had intend to do, I began to climb up the wall, starting first with my two hands and following with my eight spider legs. While in hindsight, my red and blue costume kind of clashed with the color of the shrine’s infrastructure and that the color of my spider-half would have been more suitable for camouflaging me in this environment, I don’t think such an approach would have gotten me much of an advantage. Unless Athena could have whipped up a costume that would have matched the temple’s color scheme, I would still be wearing the red and blue outfit over my upper body. There’s no way I would be going in there like an ancient Greek athlete. I was half surprised that the boxing contestants did not follow this fashion trend either. I cannot lie that I’m relieved that they did not follow the ancient Greeks’ example.
Once I had attached myself onto the shrine’s wall, I slipped through the entrance into the giant, domed room. While I was scaling the walls, it seemed that these pagans were preoccupied by these boxing matches. Too preoccupied to even notice me crawling along the ceiling. A couple times I almost blew my cover by laughing because of how ridiculous this was! I was freaking sneaking around in plain sight on the ceiling of a Greek temple! And they did not even notice! I’m wearing red and blue, for crying out loud! Man, these people must love their boxing. It’s almost seems barbaric to me, especially when I saw a man carrying a knocked out contestant away from the boxing ring.
When the unconscious contestant had been removed from the playing field, the announcer taunted the crowd, asking them who would be next to fight in the ring. Suddenly, one of the followers of Ares spoke up. "I will." Now that this man took his place on the stage, I felt the butterflies fill my stomach. I cannot believe Athena is pitting me up against this guy. According to the news, this guy held his own against the metahuman known as Icon. What am I supposed to do? Athena tried to reassure me, mentioning that she would go down and restrain this so-called ‘Ares’. God, please help me.
Well, here it goes.
“Infidels!” I shouted down toward the crowd. Now their eyes were not on me. I don’t know what freaked them out more: me calling them infidels, my weird appearance (how many driders do you see every day?), or even just me taking them by surprise. “Have you not read the scriptures? 'For I, the Lord, your God, am a jealous God' and 'Whoever sacrifices to any god, except to the Lord alone, shall be doomed'. Repent or may the Wrath of God be upon you all for worshipping false idols!”
Eddie Brock,
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