Dusty

Miraculous America

Relief and happiness at Eddie’s lighthearted reassurances brought a warm glow back to Tonya’s heart and she returned the friendly embrace before stepping away, slinging her backpack onto her shoulders. The atmosphere felt better somehow, as if this one reinforcement made the day just good enough to be happy. Sure there was her detention for the next week, and her father’s unbearable disappointment, and a relationship to try and amend with Bella, but Tonya was grateful for at least this breakthrough. A rustle on Eddie’s shoulder drew her gaze and she watched as the tiny eagle kwami climbed out of hiding, perching himself in plain view. His beedy black eyes stared back at her adamantly, as if he expected something to happen. Tonya winked, giving the bird a slight smile.

“I don’t remember all too well.” She admitted, returning her attention back to Eddie, the smile fading ever so slightly. “Everything’s kind of fuzzy from then, as if was weeks ago, even though it was only a few hours back. Strange, probably because I was still a bit loopy from that gas.” She shrugged, taking another step away and looking back over her shoulder. Her father was waiting at home, and it was probably best not to keep him that way for too much longer. “I better get going.” She explained, walking with Eddie out of the school doors. The stairs were abandoned now, with only the janitor remaining inside the school to lock up for the evening. Long shadows left the concrete steps shaded, casting a mysterious air in the late afternoon. Peaceful and quiet, nothing like the noisy bustle where she'd yelled hours before. “I do remember something though,” she paused feeling and looking nervous but excited and anxious, all at the same time. “You called me cute, that time back at the mall. I thought you were just Talon then. Remember? Right after you helped me escape Mr. Johnson. And then when I was blinded back at the Lounge, you helped me get out, and stuck by me no matter what. I guess, that shows you’ve always really cared...”

Knowing she could only act once, and at that moment Tonya took a chance. There on the steps of the school, unsure of what she was doing or why Tonya stepped in close to Eddie, kissing him lightly on the cheek. Her face flushing red at the unprecedented act, she hurried away from him, looking back only to wave and call out. “See you tomorrow Ed.” Before running down the street back to her home and father.

Miraculous America

Reaching back Tonya brushed the sleeping serpent’s head gently, feeling the tiny forked tongue flicker out, brushing against her finger. “He’s fine, exhausted, but we all are. I’ll make sure to leave him at the stairs tomorrow so they can catch up again. Like your kwami asked. It must’ve been really lonely not having any friends to talk to, for all those years. The more I think about it, the more I realize how awful it’d be not to have any friends, or even have them angry at me. Especially over something trivial, well, not trivial but small. A mistake! They’re probably such great friends that they could forgive each other for a little mistake, they’d understand the one at fault didn’t mean it like how it sounded…” Realizing she was rambling Tonya stopped stammering taking a deep breath to gather her thoughts into complete coherent sentences. She didn’t want to mess this one up like she did with Bella. Unlike the other girls Eddie had somehow managed to stay mostly positive throughout the ordeal. Out of the four of them he seemed to have handled the previous few hours the best. Whether that was because he hadn't ended up unconscious in the hospital or something else entirely she didn't know. Now however, it was clear that something was troubling him, and Tonya couldn’t help but feel it was her fault.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the way I yelled at you in front of everyone at school, and how I got mad at you back at the Lounge, and for Ossar’s, uh my kwami's rebuke. You were just trying to see what I thought about Talon – you, and help out and make sure I was okay. I wasn’t being helpful, blind and all. And, I was just hoping you’d forgive me and that we could still be friends. I know Alex doesn’t want to, but I was thinking we could. Like before… You know. That’s what I was trying to say.” It felt better just saying it straight out Tonya recognized, but she still turned her face away, embarrassed, and uncertain as to what his response would be.

The Redwatch

Arlette of Lithelin + Pt 2

"Only The Strongest Paws May Hope To Guide The Wayward Masses And Curb The Uncouth Tongues, Lest They Wander Unto Their Own Demise. As Such A Watcher Must Steel Themselves To Possess The Strongest Of Paws And the Firmest of Spirits."

Arlette of Lithelin

Watchguard

Appearance

Arlette is a mouse of presence and prestige, presenting herself in a manner that commands the attention and respect of all those around her. Not without reason either. Her bravado is not just a show, but a story of a mouse unlike any other. Her patchy grey fur and lithe figure speak volumes all of their own, what with the scars marring her muzzle and shoulders, and her left hind foot missing two toes. One need only watch the way she struts about on her hind legs like a lord to recognize the pride and confidence she possesses. Indeed the Daughter of Lithelin is a sight to behold, tall (even for a mouse) and garbed with the crimson armband of the Watch and a dark yellow cloak. At her hip is sheathed her sword, its black leather-bound hilt worn from common usage. Despite these features, even if she was to shed the cloth and weaponry Arlette would be hard to mistake for anything other than royalty or a ranking Watcher. There is something behind her eyes denoting a mouse of unshakeable resolve, that even the creatures of little wit or wile could recognize in an instant.

Personality

True to her appearance Arlette of Lithelin is a mouse of confidence and ambition. These two facets of her character, are almost caricatures in their own right. She is a hardnosed, cynical creature of little nonsense, apt to make her uncompromising opinions known without remorse to status or feelings. Her tact, or lack thereof is well noted throughout the Watch, mostly due to her aforementioned unsympathetic expressiveness. She’s also highly intelligent, and is well aware of it, to the point where she looks down upon those she considers “lesser”. “Commonmice and idiots,” as she might say. All that being said she is not just a bull in a china shop, wrecking without strategy. Quite the opposite in fact. Fore, although Arlette’s words are blunt and commonly scathing they are said for a purpose, all of which extends to her own ends and ambitions for power. She is something of an advocate for a greater level of interventionism and force from the watch, and enthusiastically acts upon her convictions, despite the reprehension she might receive from her superiors, of whom there are few. Some might say she abuses her power, but Arlette considers her actions justified as a realistic application of force. And at the end of the day she gets results.

With these facts in mind you might be thinking her weakness then is diplomacy, and therein you would incorrect. Arlette actually possesses an impressive knack in diplomatic pursuits, as long as it does not require sucking up to somemouse. Fortunately in Arlette’s case buttering a mouse up is not often a mission requirement, otherwise Arlette will, and has resorted to throwing noblemice off their thrones and into their moats. She is not adverse to taking matters into her own paws, whether for better or worse. No if you were searching for her true weakness, Arlette lacks charisma and empathy. Whereas some leaders inspire those around them with words of grandeur, Arlette expects those under her follow without question. Her higher calling is above the wailing masses, and she recognizes, if a mouse wants to thrive in a world as harsh as theirs one has to break a few paws and cut a couple whiskers. Her approach to life leaves little room for mourning the demise of a few weaklings. After all somemouse has to stand firm with a stiff upper lip, daring the forces of the earth to unleash their worst upon them. And if anymouse could be that mouse, it would be Arlette

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• STR: 14 - Although there may be members of the guard whose strength outmatches Arlette's, she is nevertheless a mouse to be reckoned with.
• CON: 10 - An undeniably tough mouse, Arlette can take a hit or two and keep going.
• DEX: 10 Though age has been catching up to her recently, Arlette is still light on her toes.
• CHA: 6 - Encouraging mice to follow her into battle has never been Arlette's greatest strength, and she is far to blunt to lie or preform.
• INT: 10 - Arlette is of keen mind, it would take a talented mouse to fool her.
• LUC: 9 - Fortune favors the mouse with the bigger army. Though a little luck has never hurt Arlette.
• REP: 6 - Most of the Watch aren't sure what to make of her, Arlette is her own mouse and makes a poor friend, but a valuable ally.

Equipment: Bastard Sword 5 pts - A steel blade of exceptional quality which Arlette wields with the skill and expertise of a master bladesmouse. It is a simple weapon in truth, commissioned to be crafted by Arlette personally when she achieved the rank of Watchguard.

Traits:

• Diplomatic - When at the diplomatic table Arlette is quick to shed her usual brashness and at least pretend to be more understanding to other points of view, granting her a boost to her Charisma.
• Scathing - Things don't always go Arlette's way, and when that happens she tends to blame those beneath her and above her for the issues, decreasing her Reputation significantly.
• Unrelenting - If there is one thing Arlette is known for it is being uncompromising to the extreme. When pitted in a deeply unfavorable combat situation she can become resolute and unmoving, and gains an advantage to her Constitution.
• Venerable Arlette isn't getting any younger, after every battle she can feel her paws grow numb and her limbs weaken, devastating her Dexterity for a while.

Trade: Forrester - Fittingly Arlette started her life working under her father collecting leaf stems for kindling, and occasionally even taking up the axe for the smaller twigs. The labor granted her considerable strength for a young female mouse, but she never was fond of the work. She soon left home to seek greater deeds among the Watch.

Friend: Emansewul of Lithelin - Arlette's elder brother, and also the new leader of Lithelin, their childhood home in the Westercroft kingdom. Like his sister he was ambitious, except in another way, proving to be more charismatic and manipulative then his tougher sibling. The two work together whenever possible, and Arlette rests assured that she always has a loyal friend in Lithelin.

Enemy: Lord Kimberly of Gunardu Rift - A Redfield lord in the eastern reaches of the kingdom, powerful and well respected. He is also a sniveling fool, and Arlette once picked him up off his throne in a fit of frustration and threw him into his own moat. He has yet to forgive her and actively seeks vengeance.

History: Born and raised by a family of foresters in the Westercroft town of Lithelin, Arlette began her early days working for her father until the itch for greater deeds finally drove her to join the Redwatch. She proved to be an efficient, if disruptive Watcher, capable and trusted by her superiors to always accomplish her mission one way or the other. In the later years of being a ranking Watcher she aided in the establishment of her own brother as lord of Lithelin, (through allegedly nefarious means) and single pawedly brought about the deaths of several traitors to Glendale, and she slew the troublesome weasel shaman Hy'Guthlur. Recently Arlette finally gained enough infamy, renown, and experience to be granted the rank of Watchguard, to the dismay of several of her new peers.

The Redwatch

@River Goblin Do you want part 2 to be posted in the character tab with part 1? Or here in the OOC?

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Miraculous America

“None of us are pathetic, and you certainly aren’t.” Tonya argued, almost defensively. “We’ve only been at it for two days, stands to reason we aren’t professionals yet. You’ll see. We’ll get better. It was bound to happen sooner or later anyhow, us learning each other’s identities I mean…” Despite Tonya’s protests to the contrary Bella still seemed upset and shrugged her off. They worked together in abject silence from that point on, up to their elbows in greasy water and sticky pans. A few times Tonya glanced over at Bella, hoping to strike up a conversation again to little avail. She felt a little hurt, her own day hadn’t been too great either, they were all hurting, but Bella could’ve at least acknowledged the attempt at openness. Tonya decided not to stress on the issue, though she would’ve welcomed some remedy to the awkward silence. Sighing Tonya fixated on her work, trying not to think about her reception once she got home. Ossar being angry was the least of her worries.

When their time ended Tonya slushed some of the overflow into the sink with her wet towel and went to retrieve Ossar and the now empty milk carton. Behind her Bella uttered a heartfelt apology for the way she acted, but before Tonya could say a word she rushed out of the kitchen joining the others outside. “There’s nothing to apologize for…” Tonya trailed off, a confused, hurt look on her face. She’d hoped they could’ve cheered each other up working together, instead it was like Tonya’s presence had made things worse.

“I’m such an idiot, always messing up like this.” She grumbled to herself, sliding Ossar’s sleeping form onto her hand and depositing him at the base of her neck, where her hair hid him from prying eyes. “I hope she’s not mad at me.” First it’d been Eddie, their argument on the school steps earlier that morning. It made sense now why’d he’d been so interested in what she thought of Talon. Surely he still resented the way she’d yelled at him in front of everyone, Tonya winced just thinking about it. And now Bella was upset at her, and Tonya wasn’t even sure why, or if she really even was. Maybe this was just how Bella coped with her feelings. Her mind absorbed in these thoughts Tonya barely acknowledged the others, until Eddie showed the girls his kwami and Bella began crying.

“That’s what they wanted us to do.” Tonya said in agreement with Alex, the older girl made good sense, and clearly held strong reservations at the thought of all of them knowing each other’s identities. “But whatever they wanted was then and there, and the cat is clearly out of the bag here and now. We have to live with it, whether we wanted to or not. I suppose we should agree only to talk about it – if at all in secret, and secure places.”

After a minute, Tonya waited until the other girls had gotten a fair distance off, hesitating at her locker door. Seizing her chance she stepped forward, tapping Eddie on the shoulder. “Hey, Ed, can I speak with you for a minute.”

Primordial Extinction || A Dinosaur Apocalypse Roleplay

Intrigued!!!

The Redwatch

I was checking in the OOC, and I was asking you to specify where the description of the trials were. But then I checked the IC and found them.

Arlette

"Only The Strongest Paws May Hope To Guide The Wayward Masses And Curb The Uncouth Tongues, Lest They Wander Unto Their Own Demise. As Such A Watcher Must Steel Themselves To Possess The Strongest Of Paws And the Firmest of Spirits." - Arlette of Lithelin

Arlette of Lithelin

Watchguard

Appearance

Arlette is a mouse of presence and prestige, presenting herself in a manner that commands the attention and respect of all those around her. Not without reason either. Her bravado is not just a show, but a story of a mouse unlike any other. Her patchy grey fur and lithe figure speak volumes all of their own, what with the scars marring her muzzle and shoulders, and her left hind foot missing two toes. One need only watch the way she struts about on her hind legs like a lord to recognize the pride and confidence she possesses. Indeed the Daughter of Lithelin is a sight to behold, tall (even for a mouse) and garbed with the crimson armband of the Watch and a faded violet cloak. At her hip is sheathed a long sword, its black leather-bound hilt worn from common usage. Despite these features, even if she was to shed the cloth and weaponry Arlette would be hard to mistake for anything other than royalty or a ranking Watcher. There is something behind her eyes denoting a mouse of unshakeable resolve, that even the creatures of little wit or wile could recognize in an instant.

Personality

True to her appearance Arlette of Lithelin is a mouse of confidence and ambition. These two facets of her character, are almost caricatures in their own right. She is a hardnosed, cynical creature of little nonsense, apt to make her uncompromising opinions known without remorse to status or feelings. Her tact, or lack thereof is well noted throughout the Watch, mostly due to her aforementioned unsympathetic expressiveness. She’s also highly intelligent, and is well aware of it, to the point where she looks down upon those she considers “lesser”. “Commonmice and idiots,” as she might say. All that being said she is not just a bull in a china shop, wrecking without strategy. Quite the opposite in fact. Fore, although Arlette’s words are blunt and commonly scathing they are said for a purpose, all of which extends to her own ends and ambitions for power. She is something of an advocate for a greater level of interventionism and force from the watch, and enthusiastically acts upon her convictions, despite the reprehension she might receive from her superiors, of whom there are few. Some might say she abuses her power, but Arlette considers her actions justified as a realistic application of force. And at the end of the day she gets results.

With these facts in mind you might be thinking her weakness then is diplomacy, and therein you would incorrect. Arlette actually possesses an impressive knack in diplomatic pursuits, as long as it does not require sucking up to somemouse. Fortunately in Arlette’s case buttering a mouse up is not often a mission requirement, otherwise Arlette will, and has resorted to throwing noblemice off their thrones and into their moats. She is not adverse to taking matters into her own paws, whether for better or worse. No if you were searching for her true weakness, Arlette lacks charisma and empathy. Whereas some leaders inspire those around them with words of grandeur, Arlette expects those under her follow without question. Her higher calling is above the wailing masses, and she recognizes, if a mouse wants to thrive in a world as harsh as theirs one has to break a few paws and cut a couple whiskers. Her approach to life leaves little room for mourning the demise of a few weaklings. After all somemouse has to stand firm with a stiff upper lip, daring the forces of the earth to unleash their worst upon them. And if anymouse could be that mouse, it would be Arlette.

Resol'nare - How the Mando Boys (and Girls) Won the War [Star Wars]

There is a certain appeal to the calm before the storm. No words were spoken between the five Mando warriors as they sat in cold meditation, the weight of their weaponry heavy in their hands. Life, death, failure, victory, all possibilities for the near future, a certainty only moments away, and yet impossibly far. The entire thing seemed surreal to Javi Knol. The years of his life, the grueling training, the boring drills, and the unwavering hatred all amounting to this one moment of energy and adrenaline. Javi felt the same way before every conflict. His moral conscious, his fear, and his rationality would all compete, pleading, begging, and screaming for him not to do what he was set to do. But in the end they always failed. Javi would partake in this high stakes game of problem solving, understanding the severe consequences for failure. Except failure and death wasn’t an option anymore. He was a Mando’ade Warrior now, and he possessed a different mindset.

The tarp was torn away, and the battle began. Power surged from the jetpack launching Javi off his feet and carrying him over the barrier, depositing him unceremoniously upon the lawn. His cold breakfast lurched in his stomach and then settled; as did his reason, morality, and fear, each emotion fading into silence at last. All that remained was the evolutionary trait that all creatures possessed, and the training etched upon stone inside his head. Roll, get down, shoot, run. Javi operated like a well-oiled machine, trusting his fellow clan mates to protect him just as he did for them. Whatever differences that existed between them evaporated like smoke on the wind. They would succeed together, or die alone. It was their training and determination against their enemy’s, and Javi wasn’t about to allow Imperial loyalist best him.

Teeth gritted to a near breaking point Javi kept pace behind Old Man Resol, his once cold T-21 now hot, even through his gauntlets. The automatic rifle unleashed bursts of death at an unprecedented rate, the perfect weapon to discourage any hopeful troopers from taking shots at the exposed Mandos. One trooper, by mere chance alone scored a hit in the brief elapses between Javi’s bursts, his red bolt connecting with Javi’s shoulder plate. The armor burned but held, the warning singeing deeper than any burn ever could. Be more vigilant! The Corellian gunner returned fire, but the trooper ducked down, popping up again a few seconds later to release a more accurate shot. He never got a chance to learn his lesson, or revise his foolishness. Javi made sure of it.

Steam rose off the superheated barrel hissing eerily as the damp air surrounding them reacted to the unnaturally hot weapon. The last one inside Javi thumped his T-21 in irritation, not liking what he was seeing. The blaster shouldn’t be heating up so fast, even though Javi was shooting at an unmatched rate the cooling fluids should have kept it at least touchable for another three hundred rounds at least. Problems like this could kill a man, through no fault of his own. On such a high stakes mission dealing with an overheating firearm was not a predicament Javi wanted to be in. “Damned, humid weather, damned cursed planet.” Javi muttered, even as he paced backwards, following the footsteps of his comrades. At least due to the slight lull in the battle the weapon would have the opportunity to cool. Javi shifted the gun down to a hip-line position, providing rear security for his squad, watching the receding corners, and passageways warily. A women darted across the room behind them, taking cover behind a cushioned chair. Javi jerked instinctively, T-21 raised to kill but he hesitated. Obviously she wasn’t a combatant. Or was she? Racked by indecision Javi let the women alone, giving only a word of warning to his fellows to watch for noncombatants. “I don’t like this, we’ve got to many uncovered positions from which they could spring.” He added, flinching yet again as another supposed noncombatant scurried away. “The Imps will have an easy time surrounding us.” Javi glanced over towards Kast, the team’s explosive expert. “Maybe add some trip mines with leg poppers? So we don’t have any unwelcome guests joining us without us being in the know.”