The path leading up to Sakiko’s destination had been littered with obstacles, distractions, and annoyances; no matter what she did it felt like she was so much slower than she actually was and for someone of Sakiko’s disposition it was something that was infuriatingly frustrating. As if the “meeting” didn’t waste enough time, here she was trying to race to the bridge to aid in taking care of the pertinent situation and not keeping up with her peers at all. Even with her channeling her divine energy into her body to boost her speed and agility didn’t seem to be enough to even catch up with Yukino Okajima, who had ignored her and somehow blasted ahead. She wasn’t sure if it was just the rush of priorities that took precedence or if this was another factor of another petty rivalry due to their difference of factions— but Sakiko didn’t care. Her purpose was for purging and purifying and even if the primordials kept spawning in her path to push her away it would not stop her.
At this point she was only a few steps back from the bridge she was heading to as she pushed herself forward.
Sakiko’s irritated frown turned into a scowl as the visage of the primordial presence became apparent upon her arrival. The primordial had gained some sort of upper hand against her peers, but as far as she was concerned it was going to be a brief victory at best. Knowing she had arrived in a timely manner and it was now time to get to work.
Not today.
In a hue of gold Sakiko’s bow shone brightly as the blonde-haired magical girl took aim quickly. The wicked spirit of the primordial would not win out today or tomorrow— not as long as Sakiko lived. Her brows narrowed more as her teeth clicked together as her energy allowed her bow's volatile bolt of energy to grow in size. The philosophy of The Order did not allow weakness and indecision.
“Not today!” She repeated, this time the words shouting from her lips as she released the energy.
As the divine energy released it split into several arrow-like arcs— a razor-sharp volley that would hopefully tear into the primordial and release her allies from harm. She had used the technique many times before on singular and mob-based enemies, so it would not be an experiment by any means. She couldn’t afford to try out new techniques when other mahou shojo’s lives hung in the balance.
“Y-You wouldn’t be afraid of a harmless w-w-witch would you? I p-promise that I won’t do anything bad, really!”
P E R S O N A L I T Y
To describe Sania briefly would not be very difficult given the fact that she isn’t very nuanced when it comes to the depths of her personality.
Beyond all of Sania’s kindness and polite manner stands a girl who is the very definition of meek, shy, and reluctant. This isn’t particularly because she lacks any form of courage but rather that she lacks the confidence to be assertive, flirtatious, or prideful in any situation. It is due to this that her innate talent in magic may be seen as redundant because she is so cautious to the point of hesitating and second-guessing herself and the situation; especially when it comes to a scenario where she needs to act swiftly. Ultimately, Sania is very well aware she needs to be brave and be better than she is but the truth of the matter is that she struggles to want to; she’d rather someone think her cowardly or pathetic than see her as evil, dangerous, and threatening— she doesn’t want to be villainized and hated.
Her fellow guildmates have found it difficult to break her shell.
D O S S I E R
NAME
Belchardt Sania
ALIAS
Bel
GENDER
Female
RANK
B-
AGE
16
GUILD
Cloud Chasers
HISTORY
Sania was born in a small village of unremarkable reputation sixteen years ago, though she admittedly knew very little of her parents— a fact that was due to their disappearance before Sania was old enough to walk. In her parents stead Sania was raised by an old eccentric wizard named Belchardt Akranos, the only noteworthy individual who took residence in the small village at the time; a man whom Sania would recognize as her guardian. It would be relatively early in her life where she would discover her innate magical abilities; a discovery that would change her relationship with Akranos from foster daughter to student. But her tutelage was not conventionally legal due to the laws of the Librarium, though it wasn’t exactly for this reason that Sania’s idyllic life would come to an end.
The phrase “magic attracts magic” is very old and very true— and Sania would witness it when demonic abominations set their sights on her unremarkable village. The resulting battle between Akranos and the demons would result in the near destruction of her home and the loss of her mentor, though she struggles with remembering it in perfect clarity. The surviving villagers branded her a witch, cried for the Librarium, and Sania fled the village in fear for her own life. Following her fearful escape from a place she once deemed her home she now found herself a homeless nomad, travelling place to place trying to survive by any means necessary whether it was stealing food or scavenging what she could. She was twelve years old.
Eventually she found herself being discovered by someone who offered her shelter. But more importantly what she was offered was a new home and a new family— the Cloud Chasers.
L O R D P A R A M O U N T R I A O N “ T H E S H A R K ” T U L L Y
30 ♦ Lord of Riverrun ♦ Lord Paramount of The Trident
[ ߜ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y
Riaon abides by the laws of Knighthood and Lordship, reflecting on his education as a squire and heir to House Tully’s stronghold and lands. However, as learned as Riaon is he is far more irascible than his father before him which is evident by the lively temperament that lies beneath his “armor” of manners, respect, and learning. As such had earned him childhood nicknames by his sister as well as his father’s own concerns about Riaon’s abilities to focus through hardship or obstacle. Despite such beliefs ringing true about Riaon’s anger and reactions that follow, Riaon utilizes his fury well in combat scenarios— for example, whilst other knights are blinded by their rage on the battlefield Riaon knows how to direct it to power through difficult opponents; claiming his anger and zeal gives himself “clarity” not “disability”.
His anger aside, Riaon proves to be a skilled knight although his capacity as a commander has yet to be seen due to the lack of a large scale war striking the Riverlands. Though given his experience, confidence, and aura it wouldn’t be a far stretch to believe that Riaon has the potential to be a capable commander. With that said there lies more personality faults in the line with v, believing delicacies and “dancing with words” to be pointless he tends to take a more blunt and direct approach with words which can result in various consequences depending on the situation. Still though, v won’t be outwardly rude as he not only knows etiquette but also doesn’t believe belittling others proves much use on or off the battlefield; after all he had fought with squires and smallfolk alike during his dealings with the Ironborn which had weathered whatever snobbish preconceptions he had gained due to his upbringing as one of the lower nobility.
Whilst he isn’t condescending towards those that would be seen as lesser towards him, Riaon is proud of his station and his ancestry. Going back to the only academics he ever cared for, Ancient History, Riaon identifies as Riverlander (or Riverman) and finds trouble enjoying the fact Southern and Northern lords have claimed ownership of his people for centuries; a fact he considered culturally suffocating. His discontent includes that of anyone that abused his ancestors whether they were descended from Valyrian, Ironborn, or whoever. He finds it infuriating that the men of the Rivers have not truly ruled themselves in such a long time.
[ ߜ ] A T T R I B U T E S
Crude Politician Despite being the son of a Lord, Riaon’s aptitude for intrigue and diplomacy are average at best. This can be due to his guardian’s focus on training him as a knight and the only intellectual studies Riaon cares for being historical and military in nature.
Cultural Pride For various reasons Riaon is partial to being mildly xenophobic due to a strong sense of cultural pride and identity. He dislikes those descended from Ironborn and Valyrian descent the most and is more prone to ignore their opinions or be irritated by their presence causing his perception to be muddied.
Experienced Knight Despite his young age, through his efforts as Knight-Captain and his experiences, Riaon is a skilled knight though to what capacity in comparison to others is unknown. Due to this he is competent with swordplay, horses, basic tactics, and so forth.
Resilient Riaon has a strong mind and body despite any emotional problems he may have. He can be tricked, but is generally set in being able to withstand with his values and direction; his body has been trained to withstand the weight of armor and the pains of war.
Temperament Despite his resilience, Riaon has a bad habit of letting his anger and zealous nature to guide his actions and it is said that getting him in this sort of mood is not difficult.
[ ߜ ] B I O G R A P H Y
Riaon Tully is the son of Lord Draedon Tully and Lady Lysandra Vypren, birthed around 420 AC.
Riaon’s father arranged for his son’s (and his daughter, Cathryn’s as well) guardianship under Ser Damon Paege; hoping that his son would gather wisdom underneath the renowned knight and tactician. This however was poorly timed as it was only a few years before the horns of the uprising of Romarn Mudd rung out. Still, the nearly fourteen-year old ward followed his guardian without question.
In time and through dutiful service as a squire, Damon was risen to knighthood for his diligence during events of the uprising as well as combat experiences that were to follow— particularly in a devastating reaving of Seagard. This had been his first real experience with the Ironborn outside of the texts that Riaon had read throughout his childhood upon his education regarding the history of the lands of the Trident and the Ironborn’s tyrannical reach that only ended when Valyrians dawned upon Westeros atop dragons. Perhaps it was Riaon’s anger or zeal that made him fight hardily against the Ironborn that descended upon Seagard, but in the end he was recognized of his worth in battle beyond the simple capacities of a squire. A fact that House Mallister’s lord noted about the young man. But the problems against the Ironborn were far from over, a fact that was clear as Riaon looked west beyond the sea.
On one such occasion, his sickly father requested his presence for an “important matter”— a matter that would be the courting of his future wife, Trysta Erenford. A courting that seemed to be successful in strengthening the bonds between Erenford and Tully, and Trysta and Riaon. Perhaps it was the comfort of returning home, the childhood attraction they held, or the tension lightening after the end of the fighting he had been dealing with but Riaon felt at ease, at least for a time. Following his betrothal, staying in Riverrun seemed to be of an interest to him, and one he eventually felt compelled to maintain. He was home.
Years later, following the resignation of the former Guard Captain & Commander of Riverrun it came to the point where Riaon had requested a more active responsibility and instead of hiring a new Knight-Captain, his father’s council opted to promote Riaon himself to the role. After accepting the responsibility, he found himself avidly attempting to clean out Riverrun with this authority upon the discovery of a criminal cartel in the city that attempted to use Riaon’s “inexperience” to expand their operations. However, this did not go well when Riaon responded back with vicious measures that would earn him the title of “the Shark of Riverrun”, a title he ignored as he continued to choke down crime in his city.
Some years ago, Riaon’s wife, Trysta Erenford fell victim to an incident that would cause her early death— fellow individuals in Riverrun noted that Trysta was sick and with child and had always been a “meek” child in her youth. Her death was ruled as the product of the illness and her weak body; taking with her the unborn child of her and Riaon’s marriage. This burdened Riaon much considering this was the same illness that had been plaguing his father and many others in Riverrun. Riaon didn’t immediately remarry and coped in solitude for some time.
It has been some years since… and now his father has passed and it is Riaon who sits as Lord Paramount of The Trident.
[ ߜ ] R E L A T I O N S
The main dynasty of the Tully’s descends back to Edmure Tully and as such represents the heirs of The Riverlands through his descendent, Draedon Tully. This includes Braedon’s widow as well as all eight children he conceived.
Laerra Stark
NE. Tully 38 ♦ Lady of the Riverlands & the North ♦ Alive
[ ߜ ] I N F O R M A T I O N
Often described in her youth as the fiercest and most unobtainable woman to bear the name Tully. Ethan Stark once described her as “more of a northerner at heart”. Before her marriage to Ethan Stark around 436 AC, Laerra Tully rebuffed several offers of courtship and deemed few men worth her time— and the few that did were ones who were expected to respect her on equal footing and not with chivalrous fantasies that reduced her to her gender. Whilst being groomed as a lady by her mother during her childhood, it is noteworthy that Laerra also took up an interest in archery after witnessing a bout at a tournament when she was eight years old— an interest that she never relented upon, even as the years started to pass. It was with this martial interest that brought a confidence to the way she began to embody. By the time she was ten and eight years past her nameday it became evident that she was one of the finest archers in Riverrun due to her constant practices and dedication to the art.
Following her residence in The North and bearing five children to Ethan Stark, Laerra is said to have weathered in what was once a youthful and fiery disposition. Laerra is supposedly still quite confident and certain with her actions— a fact that has earned her responsibilities to watch over her wards and children as well as introduce and teach them the art of archery like few others could.
Imara Mooton
NE. Tully 32 ♦ Lady of the Riverlands ♦ Alive
[ ߜ ] I N F O R M A T I O N
Imara was in many ways, the complete opposite of her sister, Laerra. Courteous, patient, subservient, and affectionate are all attributes associated with Imara and her manner and she has had such attributes since she was a child as she garnered her mother’s favor and attention constantly. Where Vorian and Roderic were groomed to be commanders, knights, and lords— Imara was being groomed to be a wife, lady, and guardian. Her interests were in the physical arts such as paintings and sculptures as well as tending to flora and fauna when she was allowed.
Imara was married to the heir of House Mooton when she was twenty years past her nameday and has since remained in Maidenpool since doing her duty as his wife.
Cathryn Tully
30 ♦ Lady of the Riverlands ♦ Alive
[ ߜ ] I N F O R M A T I O N
Cathryn was the first of two twins to enter this world, beating her brother by several seconds. This desire to enter the world is a testament to Edwina’s drive to move forward with a headstrong will. Like her brother, Cathryn would exhibit particular talent and intelligence which were encouraged by her eldest brother, Vorian Tully. As a child, Cathryn found herself idolizing three of her siblings; Laerra, Vorian, and Roderic— a fact that may have been part of the reason for her more martially-inclined talents being groomed to be more than temporary flirtations but rather fully fleshed out skills. With her eldest sister being a remarkable archer who refused to be prissy or subservient, her eldest brother encouraging her as an equal to her brother, and her second eldest brother assuring her that a marriage prospect shouldn’t define her; there was no way that Cathryn would become an atypical daughter of a Lord Paramount with courtesies and social fragrances. Cathryn was going to become who she wanted to be on her own terms.
Despite her father’s reluctance, Cathryn took to the sword with such talent that had not been seen in generations. She found other pursuits in world cultures and military history but she was not as adept in tactical intelligence as much as her twin brother, Riaon, a fact that would mean that while she was the better she wasn’t truly smarter than him— a fact that would show itself in several sparring duels and practices that would breed a hunger in her.
A hunger that would be tested during Romarn Mudd’s uprising when he attacked Riverrun, and afterwards on the battlefield of The Trident as a young untested warrior. She was only four and ten when she killed for the first time— and she saw how people underestimated her on the field for not being the “appropriate” gender. She wasn’t sparring against her brother who saw her as an equal anymore and she would make her enemies pay for that fact. It was during these initial battles that she earned her reputation as a talented combatant, and it was one that she would continue to develop after Romarn was defeated. Cathryn would fight the few peasant revolts that came up, the occasional raid from the hills, and of course the vivacious Ironborn who intended to reap the Riverlands to their benefit.
However, Cathryn has been called to King’s Landing for a new sort of duty— one that her brother, now the Lord Paramount of the Trident, was reluctant to allow. Cathryn was to be a member of the Kingsguard.
Tristifer Tully
26 ♦ Lord of the Riverlands ♦ Alive
[ ߜ ] I N F O R M A T I O N
Tristifer was born in the shadow of his siblings, Cathryn & Riaon Tully, though he never seemed to think much of it. Oftentimes it is said that Tristifer preferred it. After being taken under the wing of a prominent master in the royal court, it became apparent that whilst lacking the cohesive martial skills he seemed to have his own advantages in the field of academics despite no apparent genius or prodigal talent. The maester’s stories of historical and mythological nature gravitated towards Tristifer and the young boy that he was at the time couldn’t seem to get enough— he wanted to know more. Not because his siblings were proficient talents but rather because the world seemed to just make more sense with all of the facts.
His interest in all of the “facts” would lead him to interests in math, science, medicine, history, and literature equally— absorbing all that he could in Riverrun as he surrounded himself by books and scholarly tools. There was a point that he considered going to King’s Landing to study at The Citadel; but such aspirations were curbed by the sudden illness of his father.
Alyce Tully
21 ♦ Lady of the Riverlands ♦ Alive
[ ߜ ] I N F O R M A T I O N
Alyce’s childhood was not as idyllic as her parents would’ve preferred— she was born only a few years before Romarn Mudd’s uprising and the short war that was to follow. It was due to this that the fear of war, loss, and pain surrounded the young Tully girl from the onset. Despite this Alyce refused to allow herself to think unwell and took to an optimistic and kind personality as she took to trying to lift others spirits with poetry, fables, and song. She was perhaps the kindest child sirred between Lysandra Vypren and Draedon Tully.
A decade after Alyce was born tragedy began to unravel upon her life— her mother, in a state of grief that had overtaken her following the death of two sons and four brothers as well as her husband falling into a deep sickness had decided to end her life. Alyce was shocked from the weight of her mother taking her own life and initially was unsure how to handle it due to being so young. Looking for answers in the Faith of the Seven she began to find solace in the halls of the sept. This would be the catalyst of Alyce’s personal journey forward as she devoted herself to finding answers in the faith and helping others find peace in it.
In the years since, nothing has much changed. Alyce is currently said to be courted by a few suitors of note. Alyce is looking forward to meeting them.
Maeron Tully
18 ♦ Lord of the Riverlands ♦ Alive
[ ߜ ] I N F O R M A T I O N
Maeron never really knew his parents, in fact, he’d probably tell you that he views himself more of a Stark then a Tully. This is due to the fact that, following his birth and his parents unfortunate sicknesses and demises, he was sent off to The North to be mentored under House Stark. He was barely seven years past his nameday at the time.
Maeron’s childhood alongside the Stark children has groomed him towards northern values and in combination with his training in archery by the wife of Ethan Stark whom coincidentally is his eldest sister, Laerra. In many ways Maeron has become driven by protecting his friends and living by the example put down by House Stark. It is also said that he has become a competent swordsman and the afflictions of The North have become sympathetic towards Maeron— as such is evident by his exponentially increasing respect for the efforts of The Night’s Watch at The Wall.
I’ve gotten around to replying, I’m thinking I’ll wake B.A. up ICly when they crash, to which she’ll say something along the lines of “What happened?” and Face or Hannibal can cheekily say “We’ve landed.” or something of a similar affect.
A brief chuckle left Murdock’s voice as Face stumbled into the cockpit with a nervous manner to him. In his usual tone he replied back to his comrade as he attempted to steady the plane as the right wing had lost a piece of metal that had been hastily welded on during a cheap repair job. It hadn’t been Murdock’s fault— after all, it was Face who secured the plane. If you buy cheap, expect to fly cheap. On the flip side however, the plane was unmarked and sold on the DL so the military probably was still snooping around in their previous location for them. Then again, the plane was still beginning to fall apart like Murdock had presumed. He had tied to warn Face, but the kid kept interjecting him on the subject. This had to be the plane, no question— it would also be the last plane they flew on if not for the fact Murdock could fly half-a-plane.
“I prefer the term rapidly decelerating.”
Murdock let out another snicker before letting out an in-character quotation from the 1957 film, Zero Hour.
“Our survival hinges on one thing! Finding someone who not only can fly this plane, but didn't have fish for dinner.”
Another squeal of cracking metal, in a few minutes their right propeller was going to snap right off. Murdock knew it. Murdock shot a wide grin to Face as he tried to lower the plane to a reasonable spot to crash land the old junker. The comment about B.A. was true— but Murdock knew she was on heavy tranquilizers so unless they wore off early that wasn’t going to be a problem. The only problem he had to deal with was his “co-pilot” sweating and panicking. This was nothing new, before the A-Team he had safely landed a plane that had been hit by a SAM strike with no casualties, so unless he was super incompetent today there was no way this was going to be the way they went out.
"Not sure who the big guy, but the ugly purple chest plate? That guy is Starro, alien parasite that had the League under his control back when I was still Robin. He doesn't care much for electricity so don't be afraid to put a shock to his system."
“Man, you must be crazy if you think that pun gets funnier every time you say it!”
Static smirked as he spun above the streets of Tokyo, his hands already glistening with electrical energy as it seemed Nightwing had already made his obligatory “Static Shock” joke of the day. Static liked a good joke, but every time he teamed up with Nightwing it always seemed to be going right into clown town— which given some of the alternatives with a complete lack of humor in the first place was kind of refreshing. Static grew up as a nerd trapped in the hood with a penchant for humor to release tension but Nightwing took it to a whole new level.
Static’s brows narrowed as he looked upon the crowd below as he flew around above them on a metallic cylinder he had charged with electromagnetic energy to be his “flying disc” as he had done since he started doing the whole superhero thing. With a smirk he threw out his right arm and shot a small ball of energy at a small clearing in the crowd on the street— upon contact the ball dissipating into a field of non-lethal electrical energy.
“Haha! Don’t enter the club if you can’t handle the dancefloor!”
Static turned his head as he heard Nightwing shout.
"Hey ugly! Lets dance!"
“Oh c'mon man, don't be so harsh! I'm sure he works very hard at looking like a Game of Thrones extra!”
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