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G R I M M N O I R
2021
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Helio Trope

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Helio

Helio Trope

N A M E

Helio Trope

A G E

17

R A C E

Faunus (Snake)

N A T I O N A L I T Y

Vacuo

P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N

Slim build from a life on the move and an even tan from a bloodline that has spent copious amounts of time in the sun. Helio is tall, although not always the tallest in the room at 5'10". His eyes are of a deep brown and his hair cascades to about his mid-back when not up as it usually is. At first glance, this hair seems a slate black but under the right light or upon closer inspection, there is a noticeable tinge of purple.

His attire reflects his personality and activity, at least when he's not required to clean up. He is most often found in comfortable clothing or anything that is typically more flexible and allows for breathing. The gold bits and bobbles affixed to his hair are one of the more obvious hints to his home.

C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N

Helio appears stoic and is naturally a man of few words, preferring to speak plainly and to the point, and although this in itself often leads to him being mislabeled as abrasive or asocial, Helio is anything but. While very serious about his aspirations and focused with what he thinks he must do to achieve an end, he remains warm and friendly to those around him; Reciprocating kindness when received and when no one else will, makes the effort to go out of his way to provide assistance when it is needed. For his effort, he will balance the absence of his voice with genuine positive expressions. Confusion often holds however as his smiles remain closed.

If given a choice, he will communicate with gestures or speak when he is sure no one is paying too close attention.

Beyond that, Helio is rather plain. He's dedicated to his studies as is every other student, works exceptionally well when in a team and will get what is required of him done without much if any resistance or question.

B A C K S T O R Y

Helio was born in the Kingdom of Vacuo and among one of the more mobile nomadic tribes. His early life was a simple one as a babe nestled between two loving parents and surrounded by a people who were both loyal and protective of one another. However, as with any child, time and age introduced an expanding world and with that the realization of his place in it. The history of Remnant, The Great War, the peace brokered between their home and the other three Kingdoms and the continuing conflict there after. The difference between a human and a Faunus.

Given the nature of a life lived on the move and at the very edge of the protective reach of Vacuo, Helio learned at a young age to survive in a harsher environment than most could. His parents, being renowned hunters in their own right, were sure to instill in him a cautious respect for the beauty and horror of nature and to recognize the very real danger that was Grimm. However, he would learn all too quickly that these were not the only threats that persisted in the world and that no matter how fast or far one tried to run, those threats would always catch up.

In time, opposing ideas on the future of life in Sanus and the rest of Remnant led to a split in his tribe of people and more importantly to a significant populace of the kingdom. This shadow of dissension eventually encroached on the Trope home and saw to a rift in his family; An inescapable separation of the two halves of his life brought on by a history that was very much entwined with that of his family's name. With the threat of looming conflict and fear of further retaliation from those around them, a decision was made to flee with what little they had left.

Weeks of travel across the expanse of Sanus led to the shores of Vale and another week across the sea saw Helio setting foot in Anima for the first time.

S E M B L A N C E

Dubbed 'Respite', Helio's semblance stands in direct contrast to his supposed nature. On touch, Helio can numb pain and with some effort and concentration, can actively heal, draining his own aura to mend wounds on others. This process is slow and while minor cuts and bruises can be remedied in minutes and with relative ease, gaping wounds take hours of nonstop focus and will heavily exhaust Helio or if taken to extremes, result in his death.

W E A P O N

Helio's choice of weapon is a dagger, the hilt of which doubles as a compact firearm with the muzzle exiting the pommel. Various elements of dust can be slotted into hilt to augment munition in various but simple ways.

On his person are also four plain throwing knives.

I N T A N G I B L E S

Given the discrimination prevalent in Mistral, Helio has elected to keep his progeny a secret. To that end, he has practiced keeping his one physical tell concealed. While conversing, he purposely limits his lip movement. Not so much as to be odd but enough that his fangs remain hidden.

Additionally, his fangs can inject a poison that is highly toxic. A bite to a human can kill within the hour. However, Helio does carry a dose of the antidote on his person at all times and by extension, or because of this, is knowledgeable in various poisons and their antidotes. Furthermore, Helio has become somewhat proficient in the creation of natural herbal remedies and the like influenced heavily by his place of birth and the curse or gift of his family.

He works part-time with his father at a flower shop.

He is quite flexible.

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T H E R I V E R ^{1 X 1}
2020

AD-4.M

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_ _	name. AD-4.M age (artificial). 25 age (actual). 12 designated. A.I.D.A badge number. A-06151125
augmentation. Clean as are all AIDA v4 and previously, v3. AD-4.M is not enhanced by any augmentations. His body was engineered and grown to be more durable and physically stronger than their human counterparts. Their brains work not unlike a computer, processing commands at speeds beyond the capabilities of a human and like the AI's before him, he is able to compute possible outcomes and solutions for any given scenario... if called upon to do so. When taking actions at extreme levels of physicality, he will tire as any human and will regain that energy just as fast, if not faster. personality. Glass half full. It's hard to tell if it's programmed or if those emotions are genuine but it works well when in tandem with a second person. He will often try to balance the bleakness of any situation with some lighthearted humor... within reason. He too understands boundaries and the serious nature that is his work and so remains appropriate. The seven years he's spent since his graduation learning the nuance of language, both spoken and unspoken, has ensured that. _________________________________________________________________________________ AD-4.M is naturally obedient, as are all AIDAs from his line. He will take to tasks without hesitation to the point of disregarding his own safety if needed, just so long as he understands that his actions will result in completion and no other, more reasonable, efficient or safe options are available that will accomplish the same. history. Production began in the year 2093, two years before the incident on Mars. He is one of ten manufactured as the first batch of AIDA v4's. Although much of the development and manufacturing of an AIDA remains classified, it is shared knowledge to select consumers that the first five years of growth are spent at a facility where their growth is accelerated and a culmination of the world's shared knowledge is injected by force into the brain. A further two years are spent later in the AIDAs life cycle developing it's specified physicality, perfecting their individuality and touching up on nuances desired by the clientele. After his graduation, AD-4.M's spent a year off world on mars working private security, his time spent doubling as both a preliminary test of his abilities and assessment for further updates and upgrades. After he'd successfully completed a number of jobs without incident, he was cleared and put up for sale, his acquisition the point of interest for a number of large companies. It was the Chief of Police however who'd manage to purchase AD-4.M, a move made possible by her specific reasoning as to why she should be handed the AIDA. At least in her words, it was a PR move.

CS by Exit. Created for The River

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T H E L A S T A V A T A R ^{1 X 1}
2020

Vyska Moon

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History. Born into a family of both wealth and power, Vyska resides comfortably inside the walls of the upper ring. However, while the life of luxury was always within arms reach, her father made sure to impress upon her the importance of hard work, study, manners and the weight that was her family name and that of the name she was given: Vyska, after the mother who's life ended when her's began. And Moon with roots in tinkerers and inventors and leaders. At a young age, she was given to the throws of education. Private schooling. Lessons in dance and song and the playing of a number of musical instruments. She studied some limited forms of self defense and learned early on her way around a handgun. By the age of 14, her father had begun introducing her to the family business and by 18, had become quite the expert in all things SynEn. She was after all in line to inherit the 'throne' once her father retired. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ M I S C E L L A N E O U S SynEn. Owned and operated by the Moon family. This energy corporation gained momentum after the passing of Varrick with a strategic restructuring of Varrick Global Industries. SynEn, formerly a power company supplying electricity by way of lightning bending, needed to make a drastic change in operations when Bending was made illegal and punishable by death. After expunging their employees they shifted their remaining resources into helping develop the late Varrick's designs on harnessing spirit energy as a new form of power. In time, SynEn would continue to grow, absorbing the energy research and development department and become the sole provider of power across all of the Republic. Varrick Global would refocus their efforts on military and civilian design and depart from the energy business. SP-311. Handgun designed by Varrick's Global. Production is too expensive to be standard issue but it is sold as a personal firearm. Given the partnership between themselves and SynEn, this one was a gift. It fires bolts of condensed synergy and the battery holds twelve charges. R E L A T I O N S H I P S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ______________ _______________ Mynwa_Moon__________________________ Father of Vyska. CEO of SynEn. Mynwa is detail oriented, driven to no end, intelligent and very efficient in everything he does. Despite a heavy focus on his work, he's found a precarious balance between his career and that of him being a father. He loves his child and has done what he can to raise her as best as he could. He expects her to take over the company once he retires. Being the sole provider of energy in the Republic, he has strong pull in government and is often seen in such circles. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ _______________ _______________ Jack_______________________ Said to be a former hitman for a powerful gang, Jack is Vyska's personal bodyguard and is seen in her shadow at all times of the day. He takes to his work seriously and does his job well. He has, on a number of occasions thwarted wayward attempts of harm on her person and in this way, has garnered trust from the Moon family. He will at times, and given he is in a good mood, offer advice or even engage in some casual banter. 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟶𝟹𝟶𝟾 █▬ Vysaka gives birth to a 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ baby girl but dies due to 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ complications during the 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ delivery. Mynwa names 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ the newborn child Vyska. 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟶𝟹𝟶𝟿 █▬ Vyska says "Daddy". 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟶𝟹𝟷𝟶 █▬ Vyska brings her own 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ flowers to her mother's 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ grave. 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟶𝟹𝟷𝟾 █▬ At the age of ten, Vyska 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ learns how to use a gun. 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟶𝟹𝟸𝟷 █▬ Vyska graduates from 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ primary at the top of her 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ class. 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟶𝟹𝟸𝟸 █▬ Vyska is introduced to 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ her father's work for the 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ first time. 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟶𝟹𝟸𝟹 █▬ Mynwa acclimates 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ Vyska to the world that 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ is SynEn. That same year, 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ King Wu VI takes the 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ throne at sixteen. 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟶𝟹𝟸𝟽 █▬ Vyska visits the power 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ plant in the lower ring. 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ ____________________________________

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G A L A R I A N S T O R I E S
2020

Thomas Tyrell

This CS is mobile friendly (mostly).

Created by Exit for Galarian Stories.

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When it's time to make moves however, he will. Outside of work, he's kind, compassionate, a little bit of a flirt, a little bit of a romantic, very much a klutz but has enough social bones in his body to get by. He approaches his Gym Leadership with much of the same enthusiasm, ushering in new trainers with a pride that he relishes while ensuring that they're not necessarily the 'best' but dedicated to their journey and to their pokemon. He likes to think of himself as a reminder that the most important aspect to be a trainer is growth and that embracing weaknesses and mistakes are a major part of that and not something to be overlooked. It's a lesson he's had to apply to his own life on multiple occasions, only reinforcing its importance. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ History. Thomas was born a single child and in the city of Wyndon, although this would not become his home. His family being as nomadic as they were kept on the move and so, much of his early life would be spread across the entire continent. To help with the inherent lonely nature that travel placed on him, Thomas began taking bits and pieces of the cities and regions he would visit with him when he left. These trinkets arrived in the form of various small plants and saplings. By chance, during one of his pickings he would accidentally mistake an Applin for a simple apple from which he intended to take seeds. The little dragon would become his first official Pokemon and best friend. His journey to becoming the Gym Leader he is now began shortly thereafter. Recognizing that pieces of themselves had become inspirations for the young boy's dreams, they took to nurturing his flame. His mother had in fact been a successful trainer herself and his father, a researcher in the science of agriculture. Surprisingly, their varying careers made for a relationship that worked well on the move and also meant more opportunities for Thomas to learn. Two lessons remained the most important during his early days: His father taught him the importance of growth, the cycle of the world and how a single plant fit into that. How everything started with good soil but was maintained with love. One made for deep roots and the other ensured a strong and healthy plant. Relationships worked in much the same way, whether it be with people or Pokemon, and building those relationships with love on a strong foundation meant stronger bonds and a stronger team. His mother impressed upon him the importance of adaptation, of recognizing weakness and learning how to overcome it. She would remind him that just like the Pokemon he grew to love, plants too learned to survive in even the harshest of environments and that he would have to learn to do the same. The last lesson he learned he taught to himself after he'd watched the saplings and plants he'd taken from around the world grow old and die. No matter how good the soil or how much love and attention you give, everything withers in time. Thomas was approached after he graduated as a potential candidate for gym leadership in his area of expertise. By then, his travels and his prowess in battle had garnered for him a bit of a name. He initially refused, resigning himself to a life on the move as had been the norm for him. Additionally, having followed in his father's footsteps, his studies required him to travel to the different habitats and study flora in their natural home. Rooting himself in one place, particularly to a Gym, was counter intuitive to that. A certain someone convinced him otherwise and since then, he's been nurturing the spirits of trainers looking to take the crown. To this day, however, he stands by the fact that he is naturally the worst candidate for his position. Even then, he holds to his promise all the same. _ A dense forest to the Northwest of Turffield is home to Thomas's gym. Finding the clearing and the ruins marked as the origin of the surrounding forest is the mission. In respect to the sacred nature of the land and to the battles held there, only immediate family, close friends, other gym leaders and the Champion are allowed to spectate on location. Everyone else must watch the broadcast. Sceptile · Palatus · m Grass · Timid Overgrow ______________________________________ Ferrothorn · Uria · f Grass | Steel · Careful Iron Barbs ______________________________________ Ludicolo · Nympha · f Water | Grass · Modest Swift Swim ______________________________________ _______________________________________________________ Mow Rotom · Hiraskira · n Electric | Grass · Modest Levitate ______________________________________ Venasaur · Ralpheia · m Grass | Poison · Timid Thick Fat ______________________________________ Flapple · Dracomalus · m Grass | Dragon · Jolly Hustle ______________________________________ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Moira Kingsley "She was a lot like the cooler older sibling that was always away from home but that you secretly wanted to be like. And then she became a leader. Now she wears that armor like the books she used to when we were kids and I'm just now realizing I can never be at her level. She's also half of the reason why I'm here." ________________ _________________________________________________ Fiona MacConnell "It's been a year. A really long one. At a match a month, I think the record stands at twelve and oh. In her favor, of course. It'd be an understatement to say that I've learned something in my time on the field against her. I still envy her spirit to this day but absolutely appreciate her time and friendship." ________________ _________________________________________________ Zeke Webber "I previously only knew him as the persona he gives on screen. On a chance encounter with him much earlier in our careers, I learned there were more layers than just the one. No one is harder on that man than himself and it's clearly what pushes him so far. His physique and strength in battle are testaments to his training." ________________ _________________________________________________ Ezran Hawthorne "Met only in passing. He's yet another I need to get in touch with on a more regular basis. I've yet to really train against the type plus there's an interesting science there: While one produces the other, his very effectively kills mine. Besides that, all I know about him is his music which is fairly good." ________________ _________________________________________________ William Anwell "He's got quite the personality and even I can tell he's got a thing for fashion. I also hear he's a bit of a flirt from the others. I've yet to be on the receiving end but considering I plan on visiting, I'm sure I'll see my share. Ballonlea is another planet and I'll need his insight to recreate it in the lab." ________________ _________________________________________________ Henrietta Durand "In another time, her drive may have put me off. She wants for the top spot so much that, besides fashion, there's little room for anything else in her life. As you grow up though, you learn that people are the way they are. It's her dream and I have to respect her ability to push herself to achieve it." ________________ _________________________________________________ Victoria "The answer is yes. I never challenged her. I was familiar with but never actually took part in the gym challenge, surprising as that may sound. Just too busy with school. But we have met before and... she has an energy that's hard to ignore or forget. A confidence and poise and she's a little too easy on the eyes." ________________ _________________________________________________ Elijah Grayson "I still believe he should have been a leader long before I was. He's incredibly smart and skilled and facing the two in battle is... difficult. There was never a question about him being promoted. A great trainer and even better friend. Plus, it helps to live down the street from the smartest guy in town." ________________ _________________________________________________ Hestia Quintell "My loss record against her is far smaller when compared to Fiona. I'm still waiting on a win here too. This is probably a theme. There's also a lot of respect. It's not easy to fail and pull yourself back together, especially when loss affects you as heavily as it does her. I admire that." ________________ _________________________________________________ Isla Owens "Like many of the gym leaders, I have yet to talk with her personally although I'm very much interested in adding her to the growing list of trainers I let beat me around. Hestia has said nothing but good things about her and not to mention her bouncing back after the injury. If not soon, I'll see her on her way up to the champ." ________________ _________________________________________________ Joseph Johannes "I've been meaning to get in touch but our schedules have never aligned. He's got his television gig and I've been busy with construction on the lab. Like Zeke, he has this natural ability to believably embody his other persona and if Joseph is anything like him, we'll get along just fine." ________________ _________________________________________________ Malik Harvey "Very easy to see the natural talent he harbors and the harder worker that lives in him. There's a lot of admiration there, especially for someone who positions himself in life specifically to help others grow and it's a sentiment I hold strongly to. When the time allows, I intend to sit down with him." ________________ _________________________________________________ Nordrin Yasmar "I have to admit that the food at High Steaks is absolutely amazing. Can't recommend it enough. And yeah, he can be abrasive but sometimes you just have to let people be. The thing about him is, like Henrietta, attitude often reflects leadership. There's a reason he's good at his craft." ________________ _________________________________________________ Cherry _ _ "Hmm?" ________________ _________________________________________________

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<sub>The Ruined City · Morning · Interaction @DreamingFlowers@FunnyGuy

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Akaia pushed a switch on her mask and the blades in the ventilation reversed with a click. As her breathing slowed and became more deliberate, the scenery around her head and chest began to swirl as if disturbed by a thick gas. In an odd dance of light and air, her every inhale and exhale pulled at the edges of her surroundings, wrapping it around her like silk rolling over skin. This illusion folded over the girl until she was nearly invisible by the time the arrow pierced thrall was within reach. She sidestepped it as it collapsed on the ground between herself and Erik, the sudden movement disturbing the incomplete camouflage and pushing the pollen into a violent swirl. A black and wispy mist of miasma began to seep from the Lost's wounds.

"Okay Akaia, take out any that get too close to us." Erik said to empty air. An urgency driven by plight pushed her to ignore the command to sentry and move instead toward those who were in more immediate danger. Cerise had already dispatched the thrall who had ambushed her and those converging on the rear guard she knew would be handled. Poppy on the other hand was still vulnerable and while Lysandra had taken care of the one that had knocked her out of the sky, the Sidhe had fallen in the middle of the field and was now horribly exposed so far ahead of the main group. Lost closest to her were already beginning to close in and one was particularly closer than the rest.

Akaia pulled her hood over her head and broke into a sprint, keeping her body low to the ground and throwing her weight forward. She remained mostly invisible, thanks in part to the pollen sticking to her poncho as intended. Her pants and boots however, were not similarly treated and so as she moved the transparency around them failed. Anyone paying close enough attention would notice a shimmering imperfection. As she cleared the distance between herself and Poppy, light bending pollen and dust swirled behind her like an angry cloud, easily giving away her position, but it mattered little to Akaia. Before a half a minute had elapsed, she was already stepping past Poppy and up to a thrall as it finished clamoring over the car she'd landed on earlier. It raised its weapon into the air.

"aaaAAAAGH!"

In one fluid motion, Akaia snapped the wood of her staff to release the blade, twisted it around in her hand and thrust it forward, pushing as much of her momentum as she could into her attack. The point slipped through like butter down to the hilt, stopping the creature in its tracks and causing her to slam into its chest. More air left her lungs as she felt the thing buckle against her and then begin to push their combined weight in the wrong direction. Threatening to take her to the ground with it, she immediately stepped back and dropped to a knee allowing the Lost to slump lifelessly over her partially distorted body. Having pierced its heart with a well placed jab, she didn't have to wait long for the immense weight to ease as the thrall began to disintegrate. Miasma pooled around a motionless Akaia as both her and the Lost disappeared from sight. Not long after she had arrived, the only traces left of her was a disturbed patch of dirt, a cloud of dust kicked up from her violent stop, and the remnants of a forgotten Revenant.

She would remain a sentry here until Poppy took flight while Licorice remained in the sky, a black bead in it's foot.

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<sub>The Crow's Nest, Strategy Room · Morning · Interaction @FunnyGuy@Daxam

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Akaia clapped her hands and bounced with a giddiness that threatened to infect the room.

"Me!" She exclaimed, pointing at the crudely drawn excuse of a person. She then moved her finger over the dark blob on the scribble's shoulder, which she, by some miracle, correctly identified as the representation of her crow. "Bird!... Li-... Licor-...!" She turned to Erik with quite possibly the widest smile seen on the girl's face. "It is so terrible! I love it!"

After Lysandra took her picture, Akaia moved a little closer to the white board and began silently labeling each illustration in her head. Even with Erik's drawing being nearly as unintelligible as his handwriting, she was able to name each with some minor struggle. Erik had drawn himself with a sharp smile and a bow. Cerise carried a long stick which Akaia figured was her gun, the Lariat. Next to Cerise was Poppy with her wings, crossbow and a first-aid kit and after her was of course Akaia.

Then there was the rear team for which every face she was familiar with save for one. Standing next to Ajax was a rather plain looking man. There was no visible weaponry on his person and the only somewhat distinct marking drawn on him was that of an upset expression that was nearly identical to their own Sword of Cerberus. Her smile began to turn to confusion until she heard Erik repeat himself in her head.

...New...

Having already put a face to 'Ionna', the only other name she'd been given that she had nowhere to place was 'Vincent'. Fortunately for her, the adjectives attached to this 'Vincent' were pretty specific. Specific enough that upon turning around, and with a visual aid most invaluable, she picked him out of the group immediately. He was tall and one of the more stockier men in the room. There was a seriousness and a strength about him easy enough to see and it was quickly becoming obvious why Lysandra had been so distracted earlier.

...So hot... So dumb?...

Akaia stared at the man, holding on to a smile that she was fast becoming familiar with and regarding him with eyes that knew a little too much for her own good.

Licorice was staring too but at the 'crow' sitting on the shoulder of a scribbled 'Akaia' and had spent the entire time trying to make sense of the image. Eventually, the bird gave up and it turned to Erik with a disapproving cluck.

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Akaia nodded excitedly at Lysandra. "So hot. So dumb." She repeated a little too loudly, her eyes bouncing curiously between both girls. "Who?"

Although communication was a struggle, the Sidhe had enough social bones in her body to understand the concept of a 'crush' or the want of another for oneself. Cerise's tone upon entering the room, the dreamy haze in Lysandra's eyes, the blush on her cheek, and more importantly, no immediate ask about what Akaia had brought in. The girl was the very color of distraction. All Akaia needed now was an answer to quell a curious heart.

The crow on her shoulder tilted it's head a little to the side.

What Are You Listening To?

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	M A K E Y O U S I C K 2022 _____________________ benee _____________________ lychee _________

^{i want a poke bowl.}

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Love. Longing. Gratitude. Hopelessness. Happiness.

It was becoming harder to tell if the thoughts and feelings in her head were actually her own. Emotions crowded her limited headspace, fighting each other for attention and bubbling to the surface like the air being pushed from her lips. Meanwhile, even submerged in the heated water nearly up to her nose, Akaia could still feel a lingering warmth pounding her cheeks. Residual embarrassment from having Poppy peel away the curtain when Akaia was mid-strip.

She hadn't always been like this either. At a time she could still think back on, she wouldn't have cared if she had been caught naked, here or in the wild, but her time with the group changed her. Nothing was more evident of that than the very bath she was in. Where once she would have had to wash in a river or lake, constantly on alert for the inevitable who or what might happen upon her, now she sat complacent but safe in a basin, watching bits of lemon peel float lazy circles around her. This was her normal now. Water that smelled nice. Water that felt nice. Clean clothes waiting nearby and food in her belly. A family.

She started drawing them in the mist around her, pondering perfectly memorized features and matching each face with their name. Some of the group she barely knew but for those with whom she'd spent much of her life, they elicited a specific emotion or word. Erik was 'bright'. Lysa was 'smart'. Ajax was 'safety'. Cerise was 'love'. And then there was Poppy...

Poppy was an image. A fuzzy picture of fields she couldn't place and faces she couldn't name and feelings that-

...Wash your hair...

Akaia nodded at the stern phantasm. Expelled air became violent bubbles on the surface of the water as she exhaled, took another deep breath through her nose and dunked her head.

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A Sidhe found herself in the strategy room ahead of the group on notice from Licorice. The crow had kept a close watch on final preparations while she had been getting herself ready and overheard Erik's mention of a plan to meet before their departure. Now, freshly bathed, fed and somewhat recouped, Akaia felt as ready to go as she possibly could considering her recent travels.

She'd even changed from her usual attire, thanks in large part to the luck of Poppy picking out exactly what Akaia had intended to wear. The well-worn wrappings and loose outer fittings had been replaced with something a little more fit to her figure while still remaining flexible and somewhat breathable. Dark jean pants traveled down the length of her leg and fed into a pair of cognac leather high-top boots. She had on a plain off-white shirt worn under a tan poncho with a hood that could be pulled over her head not unlike her shawl before. Black leather gloves kept her hands and fingers protected and provided her a firm grip on anything she intended to climb while her mask hung loosely around her neck. On her person was her satchel, four small cylindrical objects strapped to the outside of her thigh, and a network of tubing threaded easily through the layers of her wear that fed from the mask to the two tanks on her back.

Perched happily on her shoulder was her crow. Beady red eyes stared at the map on the table alongside it's master and every now and again it would cluck something at her to which she would nod a reply.

"Mistle...P-...P-...pro-vision-all..." The grip around her staff tightened. "...Government."

experimenting

Welcome to the Guild!

I started RP in a similar situation, although in a very different community, and I can say that I definitely enjoyed the move to a slower pace. It helps, especially if you're looking for something more story driven. Gives you ample time to think about what your character will do to move the plot in ways that is sometimes not possible during live RP. I will admit however that the magic for live and pbp roleplay is very different so I can understand the desire to stick with what you know. I don't think RP has ever been quite as immersive for me as it was when I was doing it in chat, but then again, I was new to it all and everything tasted fresh back then.

Echoing what Kuro said, Free might be your go to as it's typically faster than the other sections but do check out the games played elsewhere. There's plenty to see and I'm sure there's an RP somewhere that'll interest you.

If you've got any questions, don't be afraid to ask!