EchoesofOld

Ecetopia: Rzail: Karnorouri’s Pillar

Voph spent most of the journey in silence, fiddling with his visor. Once he was satisfied with the results, he donned his helmet again, and continued to walk in silence helmet rising occasionally to allow him access to his flask. He also checked, double checked, and triple checked his ammo count. Thirty-two in all, split into groups of 8. He hoped it would be enough, else he might have to find a sturdy stick by the end of it.

As the group drew near the obelisk, the vague hint of a smile played across his face. Not that he would dare share this with the group, but the malevolent aura emanating from the pillar reminded Voph of home more than anything else he had experienced. There was a faint whisper on the wind. One he figured only Traveler could hear, though to him, the sound must have been deafening. Voph looked at his hand, and fingers curled into a fist as he drifted into thought. It had been a long time since he had been in a magic nexus strong enough to invoke a reaction from him. The last time....well... The smile on his face vanished just as quickly as it had appeared. His father would have loved to study this place. His mother might have shown an interest as well. Seeking a distraction from the painful memories, he glanced to Rosa.

"Oh, an ego? Lovely. Should make our job somewhat easy. Ego usually means overconfident. Overconfident means exploitable weaknesses. As for accessing his tomb, I'd be of little help. I was never much good at archaeology classes, and the teachers always hated when I pointed out how cliche "blood tribute" entrances have become..."

Spy Academy: An Espionage Tale

Holee Molee this picture ended up huge

"Shoulda seen the one that got away."

General Information


Name: Garrett Michael Walker

Nickname/Alias: N/A

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: USA, White

Appearance: 5'10" tall, Athletic, lightly tanned. Garett has minimal scarring across his body from day to day mishaps, the most notable being a jagged scar on his kneecap from where he fell on a rock. This is often covered by long pants, as Garett is happiest when wearing blue jeans and a collared button-up, often with sleeves rolled up to just beneath the elbow. His short black hair is kept neat, and often trimmed rather short, though not short enough to be considered a buzz cut.

Personal Information

Personality: Garett is typically focused and goals-oriented, serious and solemn. from a young age, Garett prefered his own company, and was often awkward around other children. Garett has a history of speech dificulty, often prefering to say as little as possible through his childhood. In spite of his social troubles, when pushed out of his comfort zone, Garett has always been a willing helper, and would often (At his guardian's behest) spend time out of school volunteering with various community organizations.

As he entered his teen years, Garett began to open up with the help of therapy and counseling. He's more social than his childhood, though he will frequently revert to quiet and reserved, often as a result of too much stimuli. He works well under stress, but ultimately will suffer for it. Often withdrawing to his own company and medicating with loud music, among other things, as a result. Garett only appears to be happy or comfortable with himself when he is attending his extra-curricular Martial Arts class, or pursuing similar activities.

Bio: Garett never knew his real father, in spite of having fleeting memories of him. His mother raised him with the help of his paternal grandparents. His grand-father became his father figure, and was extremely supportive of Garett's attempts to cure his social issues. The two were often inseperable through Garett's early years, particularly when the elder Walker went fishing in the lake near his house. Garett never did enjoy fishing as much as his grandfather, but they found it a great time to talk, and recount the events of the previous day.

Garett's life was normal enough until his thirteenth birthday, the morning of which his grandfather spent recounting his father's final days. Garett learned that his father had cut all ties with the family to protect them during a deep cover operation somewhere in eastern Europe. The elder Walker told Garett that he displayed the same aptitudes as his father, and was being recommended for a school across seas. S.P.I.G.A., his grandfather said. The very same school his father had graduated from. from that moment forward, Garett spent as much free time as he could devote to training and preparing to follow in his father's footsteps.

Spy Information


Talents:
Slight of Hand: Now you see it, now you don't.

Keen Senses: Garett's got an eye for detail, and excellent memory for floorplans.

Quickdraw: Garett had way too much time on his hands, and enjoys westerns more than someone his age probably should.

Pistol Training: Mostly civilian grade, but he still knows the basics of firearms, and how to fight with them.

Gadgetry:
SmartPhone: Military-grade hardware, Software capabilities limited only by hardware and the minds behind it.

Five-Seven Modified: extended barrel allows for built-in suppressor. Added weight to grip to counter-balance additional weight from barrel.

H.U.D. Glasses: Designed to syncronize with Garrett's phone, and ONLY his phone. Can be configured to route various forms of information to the display, including video feeds, vital signs, Compass, maps, and waypoints.

Other Items:
A copy of The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien. The wear suggests he has owned this book for some time, and very much enjoys reading it.

Crucifix on a necklace. Though not overly religious, Garrett is hardly ever seen without this particular item.

Laptop. High-end rig, for hybrid entertainment and work use. Contains mostly music.

Fishing pole and kit: Just cause he doesn't enjoy it as much as his grandfather doesn't mean he don't enjoy it.

Other Info:

N/A

Spy Academy: An Espionage Tale

You can mark me off as interested and writing a character! But, before I can finalize it, I do have two important questions. First is the same as the other guy, does any country go, or do they have to be from the British isles, and second, is this like high-school level or College/University level? IE, students 14-18 or more like 18-22 (using generic ages for "Freshmen-Senior").

EDIT: Reading is hard. Answered the second question on my own power. Yay for reading.

EDIT 2: Reading. Seriously. I've just answered both those questions through the power of reading. It's a holiday weekend and I work in retail, can you tell? (I promise I'm smart!)

Ecetopia: Rzail: Karnorouri’s Pillar

Voph chuckled quietly at the woman, looking up at the caravan, and lifting a hand towards Traveler in acknowledgement of his response. "You'd have gotten along well with my father, Miss Stoneheart. Perhaps the one being I've ever known to be more grumpy than you. But in this case, I'll defer to your far superior intellect. When the time comes to fight, I assure you I'll refrain from action and be taking very studious notes as to how to properly kill boogiemen. And worry not, you haven't given me the slightest hint you even know the meaning of 'friendly'."

Naturally, Voph had no intention of actually sitting out a fight, even against this Kamarouri. He'd never been one to shy from a good scrap, even at risk of his own life. That said, Voph felt the doubt creeping into his mind. He may very well have underestimated this beast when he first began. After all, a being with the power to threaten entire worlds was nothing new where he was from. Hell, he couldn't even remember a time the entire system wasn't embroiled in some kind of war. As well as Rosa's attitude that mirrored his father, opting to grossly underestimate his own chances, rather than allow a shred of hope to be torn from him. And yet, there was something about Rosa's certainty that Voph found unsettling. He wasn't given the time to mull this over for long, however, as his attention was quickly diverted to the group approaching them. His hand flew to his pistol out of instinct, but relaxed visibly when he saw the group was not brandishing weapons. As they approached, he remained quiet, lest he incur the snark of Rosa once more.

Ecetopia: Rzail: Karnorouri’s Pillar

Voph fell into stride behind Traveler. Assuming that Rosa was not far behind, Voph said, "A fair point, Miss Stoneheart, yet do bear in mind that when I set out to investigate our newfound mortal enemy, I did not expect to join a company of heroes seeking his destruction. Seeing that both you and Traveler have set your minds that we are in this together, in spite of having known each other for a collective ten minutes, I am willing to take a more careful approach to things so as not to endanger your lives. Fates know enough people have died at my hands, deserving or no."

As they walked, Voph took a sip from his canteen. Traveler and Rosa seemed decent people, if a bit....narrow minded? Voph never made the comment aloud, but their willingness to enlist him into defeating this necromancer didn't instill good feelings. He was no stranger to the concept of cannon fodder, and had the distinct feeling that's exactly what Rosa, if not Traveler, intended for him. But, what the hell, he'd made it this far. As he re-sealed his canteen, he made the comment, "Anyone sees something eatable, let me know. Game's been scarce and plants even moreso..."

Ecetopia: Rzail: Karnorouri’s Pillar

Voph's gaze flickered to Rosa as she talked, remaining silent through her speech. When she bowed to introduce herself, Voph returned the gesture. A stiff bow, more akin to an incline of the head by bending at the waist than a proper bow. Though under the circumstances, Voph wasn't exactly showing a lesser level of respect. "Voph, at yours." He straightened back up, and scanned their surroundings again. He mused over Rosa's word for a moment, then returned his attention to the group.

Voph turned to Traveler, and said, "So the question being if this is a case of....necromancy, you call it? That or reincarnation. Fairly certain Necromancers can't bring themselves back from the dead, so this being was never truly killed in the first place, or we have more problems to worry about than some near-deity. Assuming the former, you find the individual resurrecting the deity, and kill em. Or, if there's no third party involved, you do your best to contain it while figuring out why the prior attempt to kill it failed." Voph turned to Rosa as he continued, "So yes, I might not have done my research on this particular monster hunt, but I am not entirely new to them."

Ecetopia: Rzail: Karnorouri’s Pillar

"In spite of Traveler's certainty, I have no idea why I'm here." Voph's visor turned between the two as he spoke. His stance shifted as he rested his weight on his other leg, and folded his arms over his chest. "All I know is there's something out here that people are running from."

Whether or not this was true was unclear. His brow furrowed as he studied the female, eyes playing over her various cuts and marks. Voph glanced back to Traveler, growing more wary of the man's eagerness to count him as a companion. Voph wasn't some hard-ass lone wolf type, but he also wasn't the type to start chumming it up with someone he'd known for all of five minutes, if that. Voph turned back to the woman, then continued, "And whatever people run from, my line makes a point to seek out. Though it sounds as if the two of you already have some level of familiarity with this conflict?"

Ecetopia: Rzail: Karnorouri’s Pillar

Voph's helmet turned to follow Traveler's gaze as the woman approached. His left hand came up to pull his hood back, and remove the helmet entirely, revealing his visor-veiled eyes and mop of black hair. He held the helmet idly by his side, right hand never moving from the butt of his pistol. "I am Voph. Youngest of my father. Well met."

Voph glanced back to Traveler for a moment, then back to the approaching female. His brow furrowed as he squinted, right hand leaving the butt of the pistol to touch the side of his visor briefly, before returning to the pistol. He watched the woman quietly, making a mental note to keep distance between the two. She certainly had the look of a warrior about her, and a brawler at that. His gaze flicked to the caravan behind her for the briefest of moments, then back to the woman. When she was well within ear shot, Voph said, "I cannot speak for my new friend here, but I, at the least, intend your caravan no harm."

Ecetopia: Rzail: Karnorouri’s Pillar

Voph spotted the other individual as he crested the hill, and paused to survey the land before him. When he saw that the other individual had stopped, and was watching him, he continued forward to approach the man. "Greetings, Traveler," Voph said, his voice muffled and distorted by the helmet he wore. He came to a stop near the other man, and uncorked his canteen to take a drink, pulling his helmet up far enough to reveal his stubble covered chin and mouth.

As his helmet was dropped back into place, Voph's eyes played about the man's figure, noting the sword, armor, and tattoos. Perhaps a native, could be another foreigner like him. Either way, this man clearly meant business. Voph returned his canteen to his belt, and rested his hand on the butt of his pistol, displayed prominently at his waist. Yet in spite of holding such a confrontational stance, Voph seemed well at ease. "What brings you to these parts?"

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@Mataus

Ecetopia: Rzail: Karnorouri’s Pillar

Alas, poor Voph! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.