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LEON! I HEREBY FORBID YOU FROM WATERING ME IN ANY WAY!
I'm in the middle of a collab with Coco and Alaira, hopefully we can finish it tonight!
Ken'Koris stood in front of the ship's elevator doors, waiting for it to arrive and let him get to the shuttle. How come the others had received the fun jobs, and he was stuck with being a diplomat? He was a soldier, not a politician!
But that was the nature of Spectre Ops. He had come to learn such things. His Spectre training covered some parts of diplomacy, and he had learned a bit, but he knew others could do a much better job. Sighing, Ken'Koris looked at the folder he held in his left hand, and began reading it over carefully. Two documents were in the folder. One regarding Pai Min, his fellow Spectre, and another regarding the Planetary Salarian Governor. He had to find out who this Governor was, did and liked, as Ken'Koris felt that such information was important.
Pai Min's document was also important, and some curiosity gnawed at Ken'Koris, which was strange enough to make him shake his own head. He never read his team mates' sheets... But practices could change.
Ken'Koris sighed for a second time in a single minute, and stepped into the elevator once it opened its doors. Some others of the crew walked into the elevator with him, but no Spectre. He would have loved it if one of them had entered at the same time as him, just to introduce himself. Heck, he would have loved it if Aela'Bekk made an appearance! But that was his luck. Sent to diplomatic tasks in boring environments with no adrenaline whatsoever.
He sighed a third time, gathering attention from a couple crew members, and the elevator's doors opened, spewing out a bunch of the crew before closing again and finally heading for the deck he needed to be at right now. If he was correct, the shuttle should have some weapons to choose from. He wasn't picky, and even a single Mk-4 Avenger rifle would tickle his fancy, since such admittedly slightly dated weapons were the norm in the Quarian Navy, anyway.
He looked at the single remaining crew member in the Elevator, and with his synthesized voice, spoke.
"Geez, you'd think they'd have built elevators to go faster. Apparently they're slower than ever!"
The turian male, far taller than him, merely shook his head with a light laugh. Silence reigned the Elevator's small atmosphere until the doors opened and they both walked out, splitting ways. The turian disappeared into a group of crew members, who were busy preparing the shuttles for takeoff, and Ken'Koris looked at his transport.
'Whew. Seems like it's a different model than what I'm used to.' He thought, admiring its sleek yet solid looking design. It was a... Professional looking ship, and with some custom paint, it could possibly become a Professional and Quarian looking ship.
But that was the nature of Spectre Ops. He had come to learn such things. His Spectre training covered some parts of diplomacy, and he had learned a bit, but he knew others could do a much better job. Sighing, Ken'Koris looked at the folder he held in his left hand, and began reading it over carefully. Two documents were in the folder. One regarding Pai Min, his fellow Spectre, and another regarding the Planetary Salarian Governor. He had to find out who this Governor was, did and liked, as Ken'Koris felt that such information was important.
Pai Min's document was also important, and some curiosity gnawed at Ken'Koris, which was strange enough to make him shake his own head. He never read his team mates' sheets... But practices could change.
Ken'Koris sighed for a second time in a single minute, and stepped into the elevator once it opened its doors. Some others of the crew walked into the elevator with him, but no Spectre. He would have loved it if one of them had entered at the same time as him, just to introduce himself. Heck, he would have loved it if Aela'Bekk made an appearance! But that was his luck. Sent to diplomatic tasks in boring environments with no adrenaline whatsoever.
He sighed a third time, gathering attention from a couple crew members, and the elevator's doors opened, spewing out a bunch of the crew before closing again and finally heading for the deck he needed to be at right now. If he was correct, the shuttle should have some weapons to choose from. He wasn't picky, and even a single Mk-4 Avenger rifle would tickle his fancy, since such admittedly slightly dated weapons were the norm in the Quarian Navy, anyway.
He looked at the single remaining crew member in the Elevator, and with his synthesized voice, spoke.
"Geez, you'd think they'd have built elevators to go faster. Apparently they're slower than ever!"
The turian male, far taller than him, merely shook his head with a light laugh. Silence reigned the Elevator's small atmosphere until the doors opened and they both walked out, splitting ways. The turian disappeared into a group of crew members, who were busy preparing the shuttles for takeoff, and Ken'Koris looked at his transport.
'Whew. Seems like it's a different model than what I'm used to.' He thought, admiring its sleek yet solid looking design. It was a... Professional looking ship, and with some custom paint, it could possibly become a Professional and Quarian looking ship.
Okay, okay, I'm just gonna say something guys:
If you ever wish to interact with my character ,expect it to be turned into a collab :P
Unless it's an extremely short interaction, of course.
If you ever wish to interact with my character ,expect it to be turned into a collab :P
Unless it's an extremely short interaction, of course.
I'm still here, it just seems that a lot of people vanished. I was going to do a collab with Malan, but alas, no response. I might just post tomorrow if I get no response, even though I've already waited long enough.
Mar
Mar noted his shrugged response had agreed with her on one thing: no one was worth hunting here. However it was his last that seemed to hit the root of her frustration. He seemed to see right through her and that slightly disturbed the Naga at how transparent she was. Home was all she found herself thinking about when she was truthful with herself. Something wishful and painful all at once, from days curled upon the heated sands to hunts with the Huntresses and Hunters. All that was long gone now and she had to face that fact now.
Her eyes followed the fallen Orc’s grey body towards the Dining Hall until he disappeared. His final words echoed in her head, her hands tightened and finger dug into her arms. Mar’s head turned to the sounds of merriment, plates clashing and music start to ring from the festivities within. Tyrael’s words were easier said than done for her. Was she being a fool? Mar wondered before the irritation had started to edge within her heart, her chest inhales while she turned quickly upon her coils. Immediately she nearly smacked into the emerging Dwarven teacher that has scolded her earlier!
Val looked up to the raised Naga that had backed up a little, her head several feet above her own. The red haired biped squinted at Mar then spoke, her own arms crossed and foot tapped impatiently. “What ye doin’ out ‘ere? Git’ yer scaly arse in ‘ere and stop bein’ afridy cat! I’m headin’ out to git some bandages and if yer still out here…”
The Naga’s eyes widened at the left off comment while she backed farther, the smaller biped started to shuffle off down the hall before she vanished. Mar glared slightly after her retreated back but made no aggression other roll her eyes. It seemed there was no other choice, her body sighed at the lacked options then started to slither into the Dining Hall.
Coco Bean
Oh the overwhelming scents and sounds. Such beauty shadowed by such confusion and weakness. Most of the shadowing was caused by her own state of starvation, though. So there was really nothing to blame but her own silly excitable self.
But her weakness apparently wasn't strong enough to just focus on one thing, survival, and instead, a sudden, loud shout caught her hearing.
BY THE PIT WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!"
Perking up, Coco Bean listened intently. A huge... Being. Its form was strange in Coco's mind, as she couldn't tell if it was a feminine male or a masculine female, it was probably aided by the fact that she couldn't catch the creature's scent, or at the very least discern it from the bunch of other scents in the room. So she wouldn't know its sex until later.
"Okay, I'll bite. What the hell are ya?"
Coco's leaves quivered nervously at the being's shape and height, not to mention her tone of voice. She inclined her head up towards the being's, trying to actually figure out what it was. After a moment of nervous silence on her part, Coco figured it out. Human, possibly female.
"Um..." Coco said quietly, taking a step back and rubbing her fingers together in her nervousness. "A Foreas?"
Mar noted his shrugged response had agreed with her on one thing: no one was worth hunting here. However it was his last that seemed to hit the root of her frustration. He seemed to see right through her and that slightly disturbed the Naga at how transparent she was. Home was all she found herself thinking about when she was truthful with herself. Something wishful and painful all at once, from days curled upon the heated sands to hunts with the Huntresses and Hunters. All that was long gone now and she had to face that fact now.
Her eyes followed the fallen Orc’s grey body towards the Dining Hall until he disappeared. His final words echoed in her head, her hands tightened and finger dug into her arms. Mar’s head turned to the sounds of merriment, plates clashing and music start to ring from the festivities within. Tyrael’s words were easier said than done for her. Was she being a fool? Mar wondered before the irritation had started to edge within her heart, her chest inhales while she turned quickly upon her coils. Immediately she nearly smacked into the emerging Dwarven teacher that has scolded her earlier!
Val looked up to the raised Naga that had backed up a little, her head several feet above her own. The red haired biped squinted at Mar then spoke, her own arms crossed and foot tapped impatiently. “What ye doin’ out ‘ere? Git’ yer scaly arse in ‘ere and stop bein’ afridy cat! I’m headin’ out to git some bandages and if yer still out here…”
The Naga’s eyes widened at the left off comment while she backed farther, the smaller biped started to shuffle off down the hall before she vanished. Mar glared slightly after her retreated back but made no aggression other roll her eyes. It seemed there was no other choice, her body sighed at the lacked options then started to slither into the Dining Hall.
Coco Bean
Oh the overwhelming scents and sounds. Such beauty shadowed by such confusion and weakness. Most of the shadowing was caused by her own state of starvation, though. So there was really nothing to blame but her own silly excitable self.
But her weakness apparently wasn't strong enough to just focus on one thing, survival, and instead, a sudden, loud shout caught her hearing.
BY THE PIT WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!"
Perking up, Coco Bean listened intently. A huge... Being. Its form was strange in Coco's mind, as she couldn't tell if it was a feminine male or a masculine female, it was probably aided by the fact that she couldn't catch the creature's scent, or at the very least discern it from the bunch of other scents in the room. So she wouldn't know its sex until later.
"Okay, I'll bite. What the hell are ya?"
Coco's leaves quivered nervously at the being's shape and height, not to mention her tone of voice. She inclined her head up towards the being's, trying to actually figure out what it was. After a moment of nervous silence on her part, Coco figured it out. Human, possibly female.
"Um..." Coco said quietly, taking a step back and rubbing her fingers together in her nervousness. "A Foreas?"
Average lifespan: Most Foreas get killed before the hundred years mark, but the few that are smart and quick enough to survive, have been known to date as far back as the first generation of Foreas, hundreds of years ago.
Brief description: A photosynthesizing species of humanoid plants, the Foreas are blind, seeing only because of their heightened sense of hearing. Because they do not need to eat to survie, they never developed mouths, which led to them never being able to biologically speak. Therefore, to make communication easy with other species, they've invented Speech Artifacts which allow verbal communication through selective thoughts.
A Foreas barely ever wears clothes (And when they do, it resembles armour more often than not), as their natural tough bark-like skin protects them well enough from the elements. Also the fact that they have no genitalia is another reason to not fear being naked. Instead of hair they've got foliage. They lack any facial feature with the exception of two slits for nostrils.
(Remember, no facial features]
The Foreas live to bring memories and experiences back to what they call The Great Tree, an immense tree located deep inside the Caves of Origin, which is believed to be the tree from which the first Foreas emerged. This Tree functions like a vault of the collective memory of the species, adding to its limitless banks every time a Foreas connects with its vines. Every Foreas can access the memories at free will and experience them first hand.
Location: Forests of Symphony
Strengths:
- Photosynthesis: They don't need to eat. Just inhale CO2, go for a swim and get a tan and they're good to go.
- Echo-Location: Mist, total darkness and all other vision-impairing phenomenoms have no effect on them, as they rely on their hearing to see forms and shapes.
- Vault of Collective Memories: Free to access it at any time, as long as they're in physical contact with the Great Tree, they fix most of their present problems by searching through old solutions to similar problems.
- Heightened sense of smell: Without their Speech Artifacts, Foreas communicate with each other via diminute changes in their natural scent. This heightened sense also aids in helping them in navigating through their environment.
Weaknesses:
- No eyes, No vision: They can't see colours, can't see faces or eyes. Even with their senses of smell and hearing, they have a hard time getting around in plains, where scents are wide-spread and sound only returns vibrations from the ground.
- No voice: Without their artifacts, effective communication with other species becomes near impossible.
- Silence is scary: especially when it's an uninvited silence, as it means they have nearly no feedback from the environment, and can't see anything. Otherwise, in meditation, silence can be refreshing.
- Cold Burns: Wood gets dry in winter. Wood burns easier when dry. Never get close to a mad pyromancer while it's winter.
Mage blood rate: 0%. The only Foreas individuals with mageblood have obtained it with the help of different Gods and Goddesses. It doesn't occur naturally in the Foreas population.
Other:
- Each Foreas adopts their own particular scent in their early weeks, either knowingly or unknowingly. Some smeel like Chocolate, others like leaves, others like human.
- When a Foreas female plants a seed, it grows into a small tree which eventually grows a pod-like structure on one of its branches. When old enough, the pod opens and drops a fully sentient and aware Foreas out into the world. These Foreas are the same in height as a ten year old human child, and take twenty years give or take two years to grow to their full height (5'7-6'2).
- At the age of 100 years, each Foreas must bring an exceptional experience back to the Great Tree. Most get killed in the search for this exceptional experience/memory.
You could probably find it later in the game, in some sort of relic shop or exotic sports equipment store. That's up to Nightwing, though. I'll be working on my CS's update!
Fallen, yer up :p
Luna, you know what else abuses Colette's nose?
Chocolate :p
Chocolate :p
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