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Midnight Illusion Agency: An Urban Fantasy RP

Alright, got the fellow sorted finally.

Weiland Voss

• Name: Weiland Voss
• Age: 25
• Gender: Male
• Race: Human Magi
• Appearance:
• Personality: Almost always wearing a mildly pleasant expression, Weiland almost never wears his true feelings or thoughts openly, far too used to keeping such things suppressed on orders from his family. In his day to day, he tends to hide any of his real emotions or reactions behind a facade of humor and mockery, being the first to call someone out or make a joke out of a situation. While mockery and jest are his typical face and coping mechanism, with just a dash of appearing to be oblivious, he tends to keep a very, very close eye on his surroundings and occurrences within his ability to detect. Underneath the flippant and jesting mentality is someone with a very analytic, very focused mind. When on a task he actually cares to do, he becomes hyperfocused to a degree that he often needs reminded, either by Ermendrud or, more commonly, one of his peers.
  
  Weiland typically cannot be bothered to focus that much on just anything, so he tends to slack around, feet kicked up, relaxing and observing. He tends to look for ways to antagonize and prod at those around him, filing such things away for when he needs, or wants, to use them. While he doesn't typically manipulate for gain, he does it mostly for his own amusement. Seeing how people react and act when being prodded and pushed is a guilty pleasure of his, and it doesn't help that Ermendrud enables him by encouraging such behavior. Even so, he does know where the line is typically, but sometimes he crosses it, just to gather information and see how people react.
• Abilities: The Voss family is a very old, very established blood line within Germany, and their only son has inherited the same Affinity that has been a staple of their family, that of Light. While not necessarily the most useful of Affinities in regards to raw offensive potential, with exceptions, he is very capable of various utilities and tricks. His go to for offensive power tends to be focusing light into high powered beams of light, laser beams effectively, though he also can refract light around him to render himself invisible, blind people with blasts of focused light, maintain orbs to keep light in areas to allow better vision, and the like. He has a great deal of practice hiding his presence, via bent light, though this is completely useless against tracking that doesn't rely on visual confirmation, while the laser beams can work well against most targets.
  
  Notably, Weiland, much like his family, lacks any sort of Magic Trait. However, the family instead had, in its early generations, established a contract in blood with their Hamingja, a guardian spirit of sorts that was responsible for luck and happiness of her charge, that bound the spirit to their family for all time. In return for this, it allowed Ermendrud, the name of the spirit, to be anchored to the world in such a way that her charges could call upon her outside of prayers and offerings for her passive assistance in their fortune and well being. The spirit herself has a great deal of knowledge, accumulated over the countless millennia. Ermendrud is a whimsical spirit, fitting as her domain is fortune first and foremost, typically chattering and speaking to Weiland, though no one else can hear such chatter. When manifested, she typically appears in an aquatic form, much preferring it over a more traditional look. Otherwise, while not manifested, her aura overrides Weiland's own, protecting him from being read by anyone capable of seeing and viewing auras.
• Skills: Weiland is actually a fairly accomplished unarmed fighter, having been learning from his bodyguard growing up, and continuing to practice and implement such activities. He employs a mix of formal martial arts and brawling, taking useful techniques from both to help make up for the fact he is just a human, magi abilities put aside. Besides this, he is a fairly accurate shot, be it with sidearms or thrown items, though nowhere near as impressive as his unarmed abilities.
• Equipment: Besides a small set of tools for engraving that tend to never leave the apartment he stays at, the only notable item that Weiland has is a graduation gift from his father, a pair of brass knuckles that were blessed, each knuckle having a small cross engraved on it.
• Brief Backstory: The Voss bloodline is far older than the country that they have based themselves in, though they are not quick to brag or confirm such things. Weiland is the only son of the family, and that means living with the entire expectations of the family on his shoulders. The main options he had to temporarily escape such pressure was training with his bodyguard, and older man who taught him everything he knew about hand to hand fighting, and Ermendrud, the Hamingja bound to his family's bloodline. Every first born would find the spirit transferred to them once they were old enough, usually around five or six years old, and Weiland was no different. Growing up, he did not depart for the Tower in London to train, like his family would have preferred, choosing to stay in Germany to train in his magic. This allowed his father to continue tutoring him in the more subtle arts in the Light affinity, though once he was old enough, and finished his main training and schooling in Germany, it was decided he needed to travel abroad for further experience. With Ermendrud protecting and guiding Weiland, it wasn't seen as anywhere near as unsafe as it could be.
  
  Weiland didn't initially end up in Japan, wandering most of Europe first and foremost, spending several years after his 18th birthday exploring and practicing further. He would eventually settle down in Japan when he was 23 years old, and would spend the most time he ever did in one place, his wanderlust never seeming to trigger again and drive him to leave and move on to other places. Weiland couldn't peg the why as to why he didn't leave already, but he did odd jobs and the like when he felt the need, mostly to keep himself busy since his family kept him well supplied while he traveled and studied in various places.

Midnight Illusion Agency: An Urban Fantasy RP

Earth could certainly be a more generic moniker for the affinity, but its just my opinion on the matter. I feel like you could certainly be more specific with metal, but I'll leave the actual verdict with Vita.

Midnight Illusion Agency: An Urban Fantasy RP

@Seirei No Hai There are plenty of naturally occurring metals, both in pure forms (Such as Gold, Silver, Copper, and platinum metals) as well as the stuff like iron-nickel alloys from meteorites and the like. (Needless science chatter, huzzah!)

This wikipedia article covers native metals, if it'll help.

Midnight Illusion Agency: An Urban Fantasy RP

Checking in, letting ya know that I am working on a character at the moment. As of right now, he'll be a Magi, thinking with an affinity for Divine/Holy spheres of magic. As for an actual trait though, I have yet to pin one down yet.

Midnight Illusion Agency: An Urban Fantasy RP Interest Check

This certainly seems fascinating, I'll also have to start putting someone together for this, sure as sure.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

Ansgar was silent as the Celestian and Apothecary returned with another man, who appeared to be another sort of mercenary or free lancer. At a glance, the Krieger could identify several models of slug throwers, implying coming from a lower tech world than a standard Imperial planet. While auto weapons were easier to create, las weapons remained superior in the Krieger's opinion, but that was neither here nor there. If the Celestian was bringing this newcomer into the group, he had to have some useful abilities or talents. Though, when the man mentioned taking off if his prey was spotted, the Krieger narrowed his eyes. Leaving without authorization was desertion, which warranted being shot, simple as that, and made such perfectly clear. "Departing without approval of a superior is desertion, a crime which is punishable by immediate summary execution."

The remark would likely bring the rumors that, in some extreme cases, the Death Korp had executed its own Commissars for lacking the spine to stand their ground and lead the charge to the forefront of those familiar with the regiments. Whether that was true or not, well, only Ansgar could say for certain either way, and the odds of him actually confirming or denying such allegations was unlikely, at best. Beyond that, the Krieger kept his silence while the others spoke and discussed the plan and potential of bringing the Orks into the conflict. He couldn't speak to their nature outside of his limited exposure to them during this current conflict, so he left such deliberation and debate to those who had fought Orks on more than one occasion. When the discussion as to whether or not to simply attempt to warp the bomb into place or make a proper assault, Ansgar spoke up.

"I recommend assaulting through the enemy lines while they are occupied with the Orks, not wait to mop up. It is unlikely the Orks will succeed, as the gate can likely funnel reinforcements right into the fight, even if they aren't immediately Traitor Marines. Our best chance is to strike while the fighting is at its fiercest, punch through, plant the explosives, and detonate them to remove the Gate from the field. Mop up operations can commence from there." Using the chaos of an Ork assault to blindside the traitor forces was an application of a fairly standard procedure. A false assault would draw attention and manpower from the path of a team that needed to punch through an enemy position to complete and objective before withdrawing. The team in question never waited for the fighting to start dying down, as that meant forces would be more readily available to respond to the attack actually meant to succeed.

Mass Effect: Insurrection

Things had, predictably, gone from merely expecting things to go wrong to having gone completely wrong in a rather abrupt turn of events. The cut power was an attempt to disoreintate and distract from the primary assault, and while he had not been close enough to hear the sound of the canisters hit, Fauus could guess at the fact gas grenades were being employed when the order for filters on came across. Starting to scan higher up, he noted the hostile assault troops dropping in via jump jets instead of rappelling in or something more civilized. It would work well enough against anyone who couldn't aim worth a damn, as it was said, but as the Turian Spectre was quick to prove, a sharp shot could make short work of the exposed assaulting forces all the same as if they were roping in with a far less dramatic approach. That, and roping in would not have been nearly as easy to spot, considering the current lighting conditions. The roar of an anti material rifle, from the sounds of it, was attention grabbing. Affixing the scope to his own sniper rifle, some would deride for being merely a M-97, he began sweeping. From the sounds of it, it had been using explosive ammunition, which meant shock value as much as actually doing damage. The sniper responsible for wounding the VIP was already dead, but it was unlikely there was only one sniper.

The venue and current closed in location would make for easy pickings for multiple snipers. Instead of adding sniper fire on top of the already considerable amount of firepower being thrown towards the incoming hostiles, and giving himself away, he instead kept sweeping for trouble. Sure enough, near the hole, his enhanced scope picked up movement, and after spotting the blackened barrel of the Widow variant, Black Widow, he put several shots in rapid succession into the gap. Unlike the explosive, messy result of the Widow being employed by the Turian Spectre, the only indication that anything had happened to the second sniper was the fact the hostile sniper's rifle sliding forward and tumbling downwards. "Focusing attention towards preventing any further sniper activity. Second sniper down, continuing to monitor for further attempts by hostiles."

Fauus kept sweeping, firing another series of shots before ducking down and changing out thermal clips, which was fortunate since his timing coincided with the sudden flash that announced that the Citadel's defenses had blown the assailaint's ship apart. According to the report, the hole was temporarily blocked as well. Resuming his overwatch, he noted that overzealous citizens were joining in as well, opening fire with seized weapons, and he had to wonder how that would complicate identifying some of these terrorists if their weapon's had been cross contaminated, handling wise, by good Samaritans. Even so, the shooting and violence died down, and from what he could tell, there was no further movement or activity in the levels around where the hole had been created. "No further movement detected, maintaining overwatch until evacuation complete."

At this point, Fauus was mostly thinking to himself how much of a field day the press was going to have with this. Civilian casualties, the human ambassador crippled, a vessel getting close enough to actually enable all of this, access to the power grid to drop the lights, and that was just the obvious things. Sure, the vessel may be dead, as are the assailents, but the odds were very much that this was as much a stunt to prove a point, not necessarily maximize physical damage. They would have to wait and see though, though Fauus kept silent on his thoughts for now. Doubly so on an open channel.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

<Snipped quote by RangingWolf>

I like to think I got the monopoly on teh memes ^_^

Oh, and that reminds me!

It's:

@Rithy

A majority hold, maybe, but there is other memeing going on. After all

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

I like how the ooc is 85% telling @Andromedai to post or to hurry up, 5% telling everyone else to post and 5% 40k memes

@RangingWolf

And the other five percent, ladies and gentlemen.

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I'll have a post up soon. ^__^

@Andromedai