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Schism: Blood of Heroes

And here I am alone in Russia. ;w;

Dream of Mirrors - A Multiversal Crossover RP

Yay~

Schism: Blood of Heroes

Batman is brutal though, and he does kill depending on which version of him you are looking at.

Schism: Blood of Heroes

Never said he was sane. Hope I didnt do anything wrong though. ;w;

Schism: Blood of Heroes

Prototype 2

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It was easy enough to stay unnoticed among the crowd in the airport, for the Champions were not looking for Prototype or even knew she existed. Planting what few bombs Maxwell smuggled in with her was easier still, for the security in the airpost was laughably weak. The plan was simple enough, wait for the Champions to come, and either blow up their plane or the airport itself. Blowing up the plane would be significantly harder to do, with a more immediate effect, but Maxwell was loathe to risk his only unit. So all he had to do was get Prototype to blow up the airport using some timed explosives, just a short time after the Champions left. Long enough so the Champions don't notice, but short enough so their jet leaving could feasibly be linked to the explosion. The best part about this plan was that they didn't even need to plan cold hard evidence implicating the Champions; the general public, in its blind hate after the Nagoya incident, would pin the blame almost immediately on the Champions. Once convinced they were right, not even facts and hard evidence could dissuade them.

Prototype however, had something much more important on her mind, though anyone passing by would think she was just spaced out. Having been told to buy a drink from a vending machine so she could blend in, she had initially balked at the thought of drinking something that fizzled when she opened it. After all, who in the right mind would drink something that hissed at them? After some angry words from her implanted earpiece, she braced herself for the taste, and took a sip. It was... far beyond anything she had ever tasted, even better than those delicious packed nutrients Maxwell gave her whenever she did well. It danced upon her tongue like a live thing, and yet tasted clear and sweet. It tasted clear. Those words kept looping in her mind whenever she took another sip of the ambrosial drink.

"All of the Champions should be in that jet now." Maxwell spoke, his voice slightly distorted through the earpiece. "You did plant all four of the explosives and staggered their countdown right?"

"Hmm."

"Press it... now."

The far end of the airport exploded, though only a slightly muffled sound and tremor reached the area she was in. Ten seconds later, another bomb exploded, nearer this time, exploding a small group of people into chunks of limb and flesh.

"Alright, now follow the crowd out, get the plane and I'll see about your next objective."

"Hmm."

With that she ran out with the frenzied crowd, running at their pace, careful not to accidentally show her abilities. There were more parts to his plans, but she was privy to none of them. Already she could hear anguished screams in Japanese, some wondering why this had to happen, some wondering why the Champions did not save them, and some wondering if this was some sort of revenge plot. A volatile crowd, needing only one spark to light them. Just one rumor, to rile them up. That was not her role, there were many among the public, especially now, that would gladly spread rumors and slander.

Now all she had to do, was ensure their efforts in Australia was thwarted.

Schism: Blood of Heroes

Ill write up something by tonight.

NCQ — Polaris

Everything about her was supposed to be not Volkov, considering she has a bounty and stuff on her head. Sword is a sword she picked up, and the no formal training means exactly that. She has a sword but she's not trained explicitly in the use of swords. Also I don't have a hat unfortunately. ;w;

I'll see what I can do.

NCQ — Polaris

Hai, I'll just throw this in and hope for the best.

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Nanashi (Valeria Volstok)

“Alright, let's dance!”

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Daimyo

_{[ ⛨ ] N C O R I G I N}

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Volkov

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August 17, 2651 (27)

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Female

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She stands at about 180cm or 5'9" tall. She was unusually pale, with hair as dark as night, which reached down all the way to her butt. That combined with her red eyes made for a rather unsettling look. Without the contacts she used, her eyes are green in colour. The sword she carried would be visible at all time, sheathed in a black liquored scabbard. Both, while looking battered, looked very well maintained. Everything about her appearance could be described with those words, even the clothes she wore. Nanashi practically oozes confidence, and it is rare to see her without a smile or a grin. Or a cigarette and a bottle for that matter.

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Brave, foolhardy, idiotic was often used to describe this woman, though there were several other more unsavory words used as well. There wasn't a hint of fear in her, even when death was just a hair's breadth away. Those who knew her did not know whether this stemmed from courage or utter stupidity, considering all the stunts she had pulled off during her career in the now defunct White Bears squadron. Some may even get caught in her brave or foolhardy nature, as her conviction and confidence would oft pull people into believing what she does or is going to do was a good idea.

She also valued instinct highly, relying on her gut feelings often when trying to solve something or when she's stuck in a bad situation. As such, she had learned to realize when a situation turned bad or if it was going to turn bad. This trait probably explains her ability to disappear suddenly if there was even a hint of something awkward happening in the room. This also means she won't do anything if her instincts tell her its bad to do so. Honor or fairness does not govern her as well, for if it was more pragmatic to shoot someone than accept their challenge of one on one sword duel, she'd shoot everything she has without a second thought.

Nanashi favor smoking and drinking a lot. It doesn't matter what time it is or what people thinks; she'd drink anywhere and everywhere she likes. She's very partial to whiskey.

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She is trained to be one of a special ops mech squadron, trained extensively to fight with a mech and without a mech. As such, she was proficient in mech usage and maintenance, as well as fighting and carrying out missions without a mech. After being forced to run from Volkov however, she had started to develop her instincts and observational powers, having no one to command her or tell her where and how to move. She has no formal sword training even though she carries a sword around after her escape. No other real significant skills beyond combat.

Specialized Training: Learned a lot about mechs, weapons, and fighting. She leaned more towards the combat end of the training, but any pilot that doesn't know anything about their equipment was a shit pilot, and she wasn't a shit pilot.

Honed Instincts: She has an uncanny instinct for taking the right moves during most situation. This was mostly borne of experience in the field.

Observational Skills: Also something she had developed through experience, the ability to notice and process information quickly. While it may sound useless, it allowed her to survey and grasp the battlefield faster as well as allowing her to learn faster than normal.

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Valeria was once the member of a relatively well to do family in Volkov, whose dreams consisted of joining a mech squad and becoming a hero. Being who she was, she was accepted and started intense training to become a pilot. While not quite the ace, she was a good pilot, and with her squad claimed some victories and successes. Until one day when she became sick, and was dismissed temporarily from her squad so she could recover.

That very week, everything that could go wrong, went wrong. Her squad was accused of treason for reasons she did not know, her family disowned her and then tried to capture and send her to die in some prison, and everything she has to her name was claimed by the corp.

Valeria upped and ran immediately, staying only in small cities so as to not attract too much attention. Even then she would only stay briefly before moving onto the next city. For a few years, she lived like a nomad, taking odd jobs here and there, and constantly keeping on the move.

She would probably have never piloted another mech again, until the city she was currently staying in was suddenly attacked. Someone apparently tipped off someone else that she might have been in that area. From the looks of their mechs, it wasn't corp goons, but just some people looking for an easy bounty to cash in. Untrained and unwashed they may be, but they still had mechs, and she could hardly fight one without having the right gears or having one herself. Fortunately, all their destruction uncovered a working mech.

Unfortunately, it was an old mech made explicitly for shows.

Experience won out in the end however, as their attacks were clumsy and uncoordinated, without thought, and predictable. While she was unharmed, Valeria was shaken up by the incident. From then on, she changed everything about her that she could, styling herself differently, and taking on a different name and mannerism completely different to the society that she grew up in. She took the theme of the mech she used and ran with it, taking all the time she could to learn about the society that the mech symbolizes.

While she was in less danger from being spotted and captured for some meager bounty now, she still had to find money to live on. And after a few months of small fries and small pay, she accepted some oddball's contract in Anchorage, hoping with all her heart the job wasn't a dud.

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Daimyo

A mech designed for shows and conventions, it had two swords, one rifle and a naginata(unfolded on the back in the above picture), and nothing else. It was meant to be able to move beautifully while it pulls off stunts to amuse the crowds, hence the bright colors and golden trimmings. The joints were crafted with great care, allowing for a larger range of actions as well as making it's movements smoother and more natural. Having no extraneous systems to power as well as the armor being only slightly thicker than normal meant the mech could move faster and operate much longer as well. The boosters and verniers installed were functional but unremarkable.

The swords and naginata's blades was eventually replaced with blades made for actual combat, and the rifle was modified to chamber more common high caliber ballistic rounds. Its still a bolt action that hold only 5 bullets in its well however. Nanashi named everything herself.

Two Swords,The shorter sword named Koryuu and the longer Hiryuu: Solid blades made of hard metal. Their scabbards have been fitted with a trigger mechanism to launch the blades out of the scabbard, allowing them to be drawn faster.

Naginata: A spear/glaive like weapon that folds when put on the mech's back for easy storage. Nothing beyond that save that its very durable as well.

Tanegashima rifle: A bolt action rifle chambered for more common high caliber balistic rounds. Hold 5 bullets in its well, not including one chambered round.

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No one.

Avalon Academy: The Confines of the Crown

Telaivas Telamonius Turanis

“Telaivas! It is so very good to see you. But yes, I do agree it has been too long; years, even! I had heard from your father that you would be attending, but I did not know in what capacity. Are you finding The Conclave well?”

"Yes, at least, for now." Telaivas gave a small laugh. "I've not the time to explore much, you see."

Anareliea, one whose name she oft misspelled in her letters, had a similar interest in magic. As thus, she often writes and received letters all about those sort of theories and such. Her last letter to Anareliea was probably about her making gloves with copper tips on the fingers, or one where she used those gloves to control and move jointed dolls around as if they were alive. Of course, that meant Anareliea knew about her aptitude for magic, and the locket she used as a focus. Did Telaivas ever mention in her letters that she made the gauntlets Frua was wearing? Maybe, or maybe not. It matters not, for knowing what Frua was capable of doing wouldn't not influence much in the long run.

"Did you ever receive that last letter? I do believe I wrote one about the use of those gloves with the copper tips I made." She showed her right hand, where she wore one of those same gloves. It was made of simple leather, and true to the description, had each finger capped with copper. Wriggling her fingers for a moment, she continued, smiling genuinely this time. "I could give you a demonstration later on my quarters later on if you like."

Frua and Ser Aivas glanced briefly at each other at that, though they stayed silent behind their mistress. There was no reason for them to speak up after all, and Frua cannot speak until Telaivas explicitly orders her to.

Dream of Mirrors - A Multiversal Crossover RP

Hai. I might be putting up another character, depending on the situation.