EliteCommander

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

One by one, the others returned to what they were doing before to allow Meesei to deal with Fendros. As the Alpha, it was her responsibility to keep the pack together. As a result, she was the one who would be teaching the new blood most of the basic skills. "I do not know where your belongings are, I did not see them directly next to the lycan body I found. It could be you tried moving a bit before turning. If your equipment is still carrying your scent, it may yet be possible to track it down. I may use that as a lesson in using your senses. As for clothing, we do have enough leather to make something simple. I can teach you to make it if you do not know how. I will say, however, that you will need to get over that sense of modesty the Imperials instilled in you. As werewolves, we cannot carry all of our belongings with us when we turn. As a result, you will end up seeing a lot of us, and we will end up seeing a lot of you. That is simply the way it is. That is how I carried you here, after all, or did you think you've had that blanket this entire time?"

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

I need to go to bed soon. I'll see if I can respond.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei remained silent to allow the Dunmer, Fendros, to deal with his grief. She had never personally experienced what Fendros was dealing with, but it made sense to her why he would be less than ecstatic about his gift. Lorag seemed too distracted with his own thoughts to care about Fendros' breakdown. The others were similarly silent until Fendros spoke up again. Janius answered with his name, then Lorag decided to chime in himself.

"Name's Lorag." The Orc said as he glanced over to the small Breton girl. "You can call her Runt. Don't worry, she's a good sport about it. The Imperial here already gave you his name, and you can call the Khajiit here catdog..."

Ahnasha hissed sharply. "He can call me Ahnasha, thank you."

"Catdog." Lorag added quickly.

Meesei shook her head slightly, then returned his attention to Fendros. "My name is Meesei, I am the Alpha of this pack."

Mass Effect-Spectre's (Sci-Fi open sign ups)

Name: Avatar
Race: Geth
Gender: N/A
Age: 350 years since program’s creation
Appearance: http://th06.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/2013/124/f/7/me3_rannoch_1___geth_troopers_by_chicksaw2002-d64151w.jpg
Personality: As one might expect from a Geth, Avatar is driven by logic, though it does have a distinct personality, as most Geth have come to develop since the Reaper War. It is a particularly curious program, especially in regards to cultures and behaviors of organics. As a result, it is willing, and often eager to work with them.
Skills:
-Tech expert capable of hacking all but the strongest of systems.
-Has ample combat programming
-Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of the same size.
Abilities: Engineer
-Tactical cloak
-Hunter mode
-Overload
-Incinerate/Flamer
-Cryo Blast
-Sabotage
Equipment:
-Geth Pulse Rifle
-Geth Plasma SMG
-An advanced platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit.
History: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics.

After the mass relays were repaired, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process exceptionally quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition.

Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, as it would mean working more closely with other species, aside from Creators. Avatar served for about a decade as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Overall, the Geth were not in consensus on how much of a role they should play in galactic politics, if any at all, but most agreed that attacking pirates and other criminals benefitted all parties.

Recently, Avatar has been given a new assignment. In a show of mutual cooperation, the Geth have agreed to send advanced platforms to directly assist the Council in dealing with a new potential threat. These platforms are to serve the same roles as Spectres, and are likely to work alongside them. These Geth are not exactly considered Spectres, as the Geth have little desire for ranks or titles, but they serve with the same capacity and resources.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Hmm, need to make sure Ssarak is inside in time for that.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei nooded. "It would be unwise for the Alpha to lie to her pack members, lest they lose faith in me. You are being given a generous offer here. That werewolf that attacked you, it was feral, a lycan that had become little more than a feral beast. Many of the inexperienced fall down that path, losing the ability to separate the beast from themselves. You were right to kill it. We are different, we hunt with purpose. We hunt for our lord and live for each other. We are a family, a pack with a bond tighter than any simple blood relation. We are a pack that is offering to accept you into our fold, to take you under our care, with no cost other than that you listen to my word."

At this point, Lorag took a few steps forward, his mind made up on what he had observed. "Yeah, yeah, I see it now. I think I remember you. You're one of the kids in the Avarul family. What was it, Fendor, Feindro, Fendros, Fendrul...somethin' like that? I was born in Cheydinhal, lived there before I ended up in the Legion. I got to say, your parents were some of my favorite people in town. Never met 'em in person, of course, but they made some of the best wine in town at that vineyard. Ah, what I wouldn't give for a bottle..." He said, his voice trailing off at the end as his mind retreated into the memories of the fine wines and ales he used to have. It was about the only part of civilized life he missed.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei remained unfazed by the Dunmer's outright denial of his situation, as she had expected it. The others remained silent to allow Meesei to explain; even Lorag was uncharacteristically quiet. He was staring at the Dunmer quizzically, his face scrunched up as if he was deep in thought. For the moment, Meesei did not notice, as she was focused on persuading the Dunmer not to go and get himself killed.

"Yes, you could go back to Cheydinhal, I wouldn't stop you. It would be a fatal error, but you could do it. You see, as a new werewolf, you would be able to stay in the city for a short time, go back to your friends and family. But, no fresh lycan has enough control over their urges to remain in civilization for long. You would lose control and kill those closest to you. Your friends, family, those you spend your time around, they would die by your hand. Perhaps you would even get to feast on their corpses before the city guard found and killed you. Of course, there is a better option. It is the will of Hircine for you to join my pack. We will teach you how to control the blessing that has been given to you, how to fight and kill like a true hunter of the wilds. Afterwards, there would be nothing stopping you from leaving, though I suspect that would not be your desire " Meesei explained, leaning in closer to him. "And if you don't believe me, well, ask yourself, could you always smell someone's heartbeat?"

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Hey Mutton, when I sent you those bios, I had [My Character Name] in place of Meesei, since I hadn't thought of her name yet. Could you replace them in the NPC bios?

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Ssarak Dyreackthanose

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"Thank you, Meirin. My name is Ssarak Dyreackthanose, it is a pleasure to meet you. I believe I will be fine. I became distracted while observing all of the people in the dining hall, so I was not as careful as I should have been. It was my fault it happened. Normally, I only accidentally read minds when I actually attempt to use my abilities." Ssarak explained. He was appreciative of her aid, and of how willing she seemed to be to help a stranger. It was not often he encountered people such as that since leaving his homeland.

"Still, there is no harm in learning a potentially useful talent. I am not one to turn down knowledge in any case; I would be grateful for any advice you have to offer. I would like to make sure to be back in the dining hall in time for the magic demonstrations, however. I would not want to be responsible for you missing the show any more than I would want to miss it myself." Ssarak said with a friendly smile. Despite the embarrassment he experienced earlier, his first day at the college was shaping up to be a good one. He seemed to have a great deal of luck in finding friendly individuals. He did not doubt there were other, more malicious students at the college as well, but his appearance was usually enough to keep such people away. In his experience, those types of people usually only liked to bother people who they perceived as weak or vulnerable.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei glanced over to Janius. "He is how I found him. It appears he killed a lycan, but was turned himself. I found the body of a werewolf not too far from where I found him." She said just before the Dunmer started to stir. Sabine draped a fur blanket over him, as he would likely feel cold due to the blood loss. Even as a lycan, he would still need some time to fully recover. It seemed that he thought Meesei's pack were bandits, which amused her, though she kept a serious demeanor. "No, quite the contrary, we are, for all intents and purposes, your family now. In your battle with that lycan, you were born into the pack. You are a werewolf, a hound of Hircine, as are all of us."

"We understand if you are confused, but trust me that you have been given a great gift. You now have capabilities far beyond those of lesser mortals. You are a true hunter." Ahnasha added, giving a reassuring nod as she looked down on him.