HereComesTheSnow

Knighthood- Closed

I could see her and Otto getting along easily

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collab with my boy @Kaithas needlessly cut short but up nonetheless

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Jonas Highwind and Tara Niklos

Location: Lots of 'em.
Interacting with: Eachother, Momma Highwind, an Automobile

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To her credit, Tara's anger was not immediately evident from her driving. Her SUV pulled up in the driveway calmly, her face seeming to be actually a little calm...

HONKKKKKKK.

There went that illusion. Tara practically kicked open her door, hopping out of the car and turning to her brother. "Stuff goes in the back. Don't scratch anything, or I'll scratch you." Hopefully... He wouldn't notice how many marks she'd made.

"You better listen to her, honey. I want you coming home in one piece." came the entirely unpreturbed chirp from the front lawn, eliciting an exagerrated roll of the eyes from Jonas as he easily tetris'd his luggage into the back of the SUV, wryly grinning at the amount of scratched already there, but smart enough to not mention them.

"Not gonna stand up for me, Mom?"

"I'm already on my feet this early, what more do you want?" she snarked.

He spread his arms. "Hug?"

"Have a good year, sweetie," she said, obliging him with a tight embrace. "Keep in touch, okay?"

"'Course."

"And Tara, dear?" she called to her son's half-sister. "Look after him for me."

"It ain't my first year any more, mom."

"I mean it, don't let this troublemaker raise hell over there." she continued jokingly, shooting him a mischievous smirk.

Moms.

"Don't worry. If he gets in trouble it'll be with me, not with any snob of an instructor at the academy." She smirked, the spark of the devil in her smiling eyes. She'd watch out for Jonah, alright- nobody else was going to get to beat him before she did. A pause.

"Jonas! We have to go."

"Right. By Mom, love ya!" Jonas waved, turning back towards the car, pulling the passenger side door open.

"You kids drive safe!" she called one last time, as the door closed behind the big guy and he strapped himself in. She always did stick around to see them drive off, huh? Even despite the fact that he knew that she wanted nothing more to do than sleep.

Throwing her a salute through the windshield, he addressed Tara as she got into the driver's seat. "Thanks again, sis."

Tara didn't respond. She just grumbled and threw the car into gear, setting off down the road and toward the academy.

"Look, I'll pay for lunch on the way." he offered as they backed out of the driveway.

"...Fine."

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Assembly

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"Are these ever gonna be something besides a cure for insomnia?" one asked.
"No." came the curt response of the other.

Both found themselves zoning out with the rest of the student body.

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Party

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Jonas scanned the place for familiar faces. He'd seen Zaheen and Dal somewhere in the crowd during the assembly, but never managed to get over to them. Dallas texted him about this earlier, so he figured he'd have to be here somehow, but...

To: THE GREAT ZAHEEN

You at the party? Was gonna catch up with you and Dale here

To: THE GREAT ZAHEEN
Dal*

fuck AutoCorrect

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Luke Schwarz -- Inter-team Alliances

The red haired woman, Sangue, had been very deliberate in setting that timer. Very deliberately setting it for what could only be a short amount of time, as class had to be starting in... a couple minutes at the most. And with none of her teammates to wake her up, either, likely assisting Amy with recovery from the blast of sound they'd all endured last period. In essence, it seemed Miss Naga was out here on her lonesome.

That's not good.

Now, it wasn't like he was creepily staring at her or anything, mind you, far from it! It was just more idle observance, as he'd propped his elbow on his desk and swept the room with his eyes. Like overhearing something, but with vision. While he had to admit, she was pretty easy on the eyes, he was far more discreet in his ogling than to brazenly keep his head fixed upon somebody in the middle of class!

Okay, this self-damnation thing really needed to stop. And more importantly, the team he liked the best's lone member in History class (funnily enough the one he knew the least) was in need of back up.

And far be it from me to sit idly by.

Tearing out a whole new sheet of paper and contemplating his need to invest in loose-leaf, he began to crumple it into a tight ball. Normally, he'd just settle for just a corner, but as inclined to sleep as the redhead seemed to be, he figured he'd need all the mass he'd get.

Right. Ammunition Loaded--

He held the paper ball between his thumb and index finger, other hand placed behind it.

--Safety off--

Said other hand buried the tip of his index finger into the pad of the thumb.

--Target to ten o'clock, angle up 15 degrees--

He aimed his projectile carefully...

--FIRING FOR EFFECT!--

And flicked the crumpled up mass of paper straight for her head.

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your memes

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Knighthood- Closed

Otto Kleinsmann

Name: Otto Kleinsmann

Alias/Nickname: "BD", "The Guy Chose Friends Can Never Let Him Live a Joke Down"

Appearance: Could be described as handsome, in a scruffy, almost rogueish manner. Decently tall and decently muscled, he's not giant of a man but he is above average in terms of both height and physique. Active lifestyle'll do that for ya. Auburn hair's of middling length, held out of his lively brown eyes by a red-and-orange headband/ bandana / whatever the fuck it's called. Typically garbed in minimalist armor of boiled leather, he makes what he has work, content knowing he'll run into better things down the line if he works hard.

CREDIT TO SPHERE FOR DIGGING UP A PRETTY DAMN NICE PICTURE WHERE I COULD NOT



Age: 23

Race: Human

Personality: Positive, loyal, and perhaps just a bit too hotbloodedly ballsy for his own good, Kleinsmann is one of those guys that does his level best to both look after his own, and keep the overall spirits of those around him high. Despite his roughshod, at times questionable appearance, the young man is honest, cordial, and friendly as the come, if just as rough around the edges in his words as he is in his looks. A jokester (at times leaning into "smartass" territory), he'll just as often do something he feels he can get away with because it's funny as he will something necessary. Despite this, he will rarely stoop to something outright malicious, instead having a generous and honest desire to help those in need. At times, a bit dense and too straightforward. Depending on how you look at him, he's anything from your typical bro, to your typical annoyance, to possibly even your typical liability. Of course, if you ask him he's really only the first one of those. C'mon, man, would this guy lie to you?

Probably not.

Biography/history: A son of a small town a decent way outside of Angel's Landing, Otto was the ringleader (or closest equivalent thing) to a band of six friends, sometimes just a group of kids horsing around, sometimes closer to a bunch of little ruffians. Really depended on the day, and what was going on in town. They were never ones to back down from a brawl, after all. Sticking close together all through adolescence and well into young adulthood, they began to, as a group, plan for adventure, struck by mutual wanderlust and a desire to chase dreams, to become larger than life legends that one day would inspire boys just like themselves.

In short, it didn't pan out so simply. His mother falling terribly ill even as he was nursing off an injury he normally would have just soldiered through on his own, they were forced to come to a meeting and make a hard decision.

Where six planned to embark from town, only five were able to actually do so. With Big Johnny as the de facto leader, the band of brothers cast themselves out into the world to chase glory, to chase dreams, at Kleinsmann's behest. After all, there was no sense in him selfishly holding everyone else back, right?

Months later, himself and his mother now fully healed, Otto Kleinsmann set off on a quest of his own.

And he has catching up to do.

Reason for recruitment: To get an opportunity to find his party of friends again, to do good (fending off evil is all kinds of good), to grow stronger as both a fighter and person, to be a knight like he always heard of in stories as a kid.

Strength of Will: Unnatural

Magic: None thus far, has a decent yet undiscovered affinity for force magic, particularly involving fire.

God relations: Minor affinity with the Elemental Lord of Fire, unbeknownst to him. Beyond that, not much.

Tech: Laptop, Phone, Basic model Vibroblade.

Possessions/items/property: A simple red headband with orange stripes running across, a basic design that apparently means a lot to him and thusly, always stays on his person. It supposedly has five cousins somewhere in the rest of the world.

Skills: Swordsmanship: Otto is a self-taught swordsman that has somehow, through what could only be avidly watched netvids, practice, half-fucking-around-half-actually-sparring-with-friends, and sheer dumb luck, managed to learn his way around a blade well enough to be considered "not half bad".

Unarmed Martial Arts: Where he really shines in combat, despite defaulting to his sword whenever possible (dude! It's a freakin' sword!) Otto is a longtime veteran of brawls as a kid, and a big fan of the fighting arts, enough that between being in plenty of fights himself as a kid and eventually learning both striking and grappling from an old, one-eyed monk. This leaves him skilled and educated enough to defeat almost anybody you throw his way that isn't an expert or above in their own right.

Cooking: Dude's surprisingly facile in the kitchen and can easily follow a recipe. Chalk it up to culinary classes in school.

Survival: Is familiar with multitude of survival skills, thanks to having formerly been the planned leader of an adventuring party with all of his old friends. Silly though they are, they aren't dumb enough to not read up on what they'd need to know.

Misc: Theme song ideas :

Maybe this, this, or this

You pick for yourself, dear reader.

Knighthood- Closed

Only two hours?

Pfah, that's nothing

And yo, viet, there's nothing wrong with tried-and-true if you think you can pull it off. Trust me. Some of the most fun I've had has come from playing blatant, unrepentant ripoffs of certain characters.

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a top lad

Knighthood- Closed

Let it be known sphere's google-fu is very strong

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

shit i thought she was already there

don't worry bobby falls you'll get chatted up soon enough