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SCP Foundation: Site 872

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Kingdom Hearts: Heroes of Hope

Oh shit. I'm up? Gotta admit I haven't been as checked in on this one lately.

To Hold Back The Dark

Erik Elfhame Ostriecher V

Mistmoor Stronghold
With: Tarrian Kar

The young Knight stood in silence as the Noble Daughter spoke. He gave no tell or hint in body or face that Tarrian's words were of sleight to him. He knew his father better than anyone, save his father himself; Erik had long held his opinions of the man's methods, and had had much the same conversation with other before. His was a layered opinion, formed by the ebb and flow of a long standing relationship that had touched multiple facets of his life from personal to professional. Naturally, he had seen his senior in more lights than the woman sitting to his side.

When she had finished her venting, Erik stood silent a few seconds longer. He looked towards the landscape beyond the wall as if calculating something. Then he turned to Tarrian and spoke once more. "I know he can be harsh. But trust that his methods are not without purpose. The world beyond this stronghold is far crueler than any training my father would ever muster. If what you seek from his lessons is to defend yourself and your home from the Grim..." he hung on his next few words. "You must not expect mercy or quarter from their likes, and must learn to not give them any in turn."

"It would be unorthodox," he said in reply to her offer to join him. "And unsafe for a civilian to stand by a Knight on duty." He quarter turned to continue on his way. He checked the sky, gazing upon the final stripe of sunlight on the horizon. "However, if you're mind is made up to follow me, I won't turn you away. But don't linger at the main guardhouse." He pointed to a battlement, grander than the rest, perched atop a prominant section of the mountains. "Captains hold roll call after the sun has fully set. They won't take well to you being there."

To Hold Back The Dark

Erik Elfhame Ostriecher V

Mistmoor Stronghold

Erik trekked his way along the fortress battlements, looking out at the calling dusk beyond Grand Wall. He moved swiftly despite being adorned by his full array of armor and weapons. He couldn't say that he was particularly enthused by the nightwatch ahead of him, but it was his turn on shift, it wasn't becoming of him to complain; he would stand vigilant in the moonlight the same as under the hot sun. As was his tradition, he had departed his quarters early to ensure himself plenty of time to reach the watchtower, and to have enough time to steel himself for the hours that stood before him.

In a moment of rare form, this night would come with a minor distraction from his march to duty. It started as he passed by his father, who looked rather dissappointed as the pair crossed paths. Erik only exchanged a nod of acknowledgement, knowing well enough not to push words at such a time. The expression on his elder's face told him one sure thing: a lesson hadn't gone as well as he'd have liked. Erik could only guess as to which student; surely not a soldier, or the expression on his face would have been redder, and Erik would have avoided his eyes entirely.

It didn't take long before the young Knight of Mistmoor found the source of frustration. In the nearest battlement, sat upon a bench usually occupied by a guard off rotation, say one Tarrian Kar, the noble daughter. Erik had heard she had taken her training to his father, and now she looked more than the part of his pupil. Passing by, he noticed her expression was the same as he had once worn. He halted near the bench, and, while still looking at the way before him said, "Don't take it too personally. He's hard on everyone he trains."

SCP RP Interest Check

I’m currently working on the RP thread at the moment. It’ll be linked here when it’s done.

Also, for the newcomers, welcome!

@Cat22

Thank you, Your Meowness.

Heroes Rise: Paragon City

Katherine Tran

"Oh. Of course." Maybe a bit flustered by the sudden pace change, KT fixed the access badge to the right side of her chest, and collected the shrimp tempura roll she had ordered for. She hurried after Diana, slipping into through the elevator door just as it closed. "Pedal to the metal as ever with you." She smiled at her friend as she caught her breath a bit. "Not sure how I ever kept up with you through high school," she chuckled. "Anyways, I still have your, mostly, undivided attention." She turned with a more business-like expression. "The reason for me coming here today: I was hoping you could help me find work. I'm fresh out of college, and need to start making ends meet as soon as possible."

Horace J. Wolfe

Bzzzz.

Horace's phone vibrated against the side of his leg. "Hold on," he said to the assistant awaiting him with a folder labeled "CLASSIFIED" clung in his hands like a pearl necklace. "From Diana Smith," he said aloud so the others on detail knew it was serious. "I'll be off-premises until 18:00," he announced. "Don't contact unless it's an emergency. Kirk is in charge until I return for the final sweep before night shift. Harl," he raised a hand to the assistant with the folder, "leave it at my desk and I'll look at it when I return." The young assistant's face faded into dissappointment and dejection.

Wolfe turned and departed the security HQ.

Affirmative. Will meet you in the Atrium.

Theresa "Toro" Torres

70th Street Bank Heist

The suit crashed through the wall and into the front side of the bank on Theresa's throw. Kicking out chunks of the now-broken wall, Theresa stepped through hole as the mecha reared back up and dug in. Theresa followed suit, bracing herself for another bout of Human vs. Machine. She didn't need any warning when the mech's next weapon revealed itself. The sight of the orange light set The Bull of 70th Street into motion. The wave of heat rippled behind her as she dove for cover behind a countertop island of withdrawl & deposit forms. Checking around the island's corner, she spotted Valentina and the rest of their crew making a run for the truck with what spoils they could carry.

"Right. Time to bounce."

Theresa sprung out from behind the island, and slid in behind another one equidistant between the broken wall of her doing and the one the truck had crashed through. She punched and open hand up, breaking the marble countertop from the island and split off a sizeable chunk of it. Sprinting from her cover to the passenger door of the truck, she flung the chunk of marble like a frisbee in the direction of the suit, aiming to knock its legs, or at least distract it, as she and the 70th Street crew made their get away.

SCP RP Interest Check

Are we allowed to play subjects housed in the facility? Might take cue from a prior character of mine as well as an SCP/Creepypasta story I listened to a few times.

To Hold Back The Dark

Working on a few more characters and an intro post.

To Hold Back The Dark

Nope. Just me moving my character over.

To Hold Back The Dark

Erik Elfhame Ostreicher V

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26-6’2”-Mistmoor

Light Bearer

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Personality:

• Diligent
  
  
  
  • Erik is nothing if not a hardworker. Dedicated to the pursuit of his chosen crafts, and loyal to the tasks placed upon him, he rarely abandons his work before completion. This often comes at the expense of a normalized social life, as he prefers to spend his idle time putting in extra work, whether tending to a small detail he might have missed in a prior task, or simply supplemental time to practice one thing or another.
• Self-Critical
  
  
  
  • You’ll almost never find anyone as quick to critique Erik as quickly as Erik himself. When he’s not actively engaged in something, he is reflecting on what he has done, and analyzing his own efforts several times over. More often than not, he finds a flaw in his prior actions or inactions, and is likely to labor on those mistakes until he can demonstrably do better. It can be hard to pull him out of this headspace, and he often waves aside efforts to assure him that he did or is doing just fine.
• Load-Bearing
  
  
  
  • As a knight charged with the defense of his city, Erik is one to shoulder great burdens and pressures, especially those associated with his purpose at hand. He frequently assumes responsibility for a great many things. He is one to stretch himself thin; at times he forgets that there are others that [would] share his burden if only he would allow them to.

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History: Born and raised within the mountainous landscape of Mistmoor, Erik is descended from a long line of blademasters. Over no less than six generations, the Ostreicher family had lived and died by their swords. At least as far back as Erik’s great-great-grandfather, the family had been among the warriors, soldiers, and knights that directly defended Mistmoor. Starting with his grandfather, the family was also responsible for the training of the next generations of baldewielders, having done so in the service of several noble lines.

Needless to say, Erik was born with a great deal to live up to. He has carried a sword at his side since his hand could first grip a hilt; some joke that he could barely lift the swords he was given… others retort that it would have made for good conditioning if he had. Such banter aside, his upbringing meant that he was constantly being pushed on grounds of physical, mental, and spiritual attributes. His grandfather and his father afterwards proved hard taskmasters and tough teachers. Erik would describe having been worked to the bone to condition himself to one day take up his family’s mantle as a protector of Mistmoor; at times, his training may have bordered on abuse, with perfection being demanded at all times.

Since his father and grandfather frequently instructed both soldiers and nobles alike in the arts of combat, Erik has brushed shoulders with many within the city’s upper echelon. He has taken his place at the forefront of Mistmoor’s defensive walls.

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Spells and Abilities:

• Spirit Charge.
  
  
  
  • Erik draws from a pooled reserve of magic to flow directly into his body, amplifying his physical prowess for a short period. Using magic in this manner strains the human body, as the physical essence of a being cannot process energy from beyond so easily. Erik cannot sustain this state for very long. Nor can he use it in rapid succession. Excessive reliance on this ability can lead to fatigue, and possibly even death.
• Aura Pulse
  
  
  
  • Erick projects an energized aura that can ward off foes, and even block against attacks. The potency of an Aura Pulse is dependent on how wide an area Erik attempts to cover with it. Its effective range is within a ten foot radius, but maintaining a closer range enables it to create a more formidable barrier.
• Uncanny Prowess
  
  
  
  • Erik’s abilities in combat are commendable to say the least. Perhaps not always the mightiest in strength, or the quickest in his footwork, his surety, awareness, and technical form stand among the elites among those standing against the Darkness.

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Weapons or Tools:

• Aleathen Edge
  
  
  
  • Erik’s primary weapon in combat is a single-handed European-style sword. A 30-inch blade, maintained to pristine condition, glowing with pearly aura, handled from a gold plated hilt that seems to never stain. Erik’s is a blade of long history as one from the early ages of Darkness when the Goddess Aleathen first intervened. The Aleathen Edge was blessed by the Goddess herself, at least they say, making it both significantly more durable and resistant than others like it, and uniquely effective, especially against the hordes of Darkness.
• Light Forge Shield
  
  
  
  • A Heater style shield, large enough to cover the whole of Erik’s torso from waist to chest. Its white facade is trimmed in gold, featuring a similarly colored sigil of protection. The magic imbued within the shield allows it to repel both physical attacks and offensive spells.
• Traditional Armor
  
  
  
  • Erik is adorned by a set of armor traditional to the Knights of Mistmoor. It was crafted specifically to fit him when he officially took up arms to the city’s defense. Thus, each piece is uniquely adjusted to his size and form to the greatest extent possible. The metallurgy is that of a tradition from the deeper recesses of the mountains surrounding Mistmoor, the materials having an uncanny mix of both relative light weight and high protective capability for that weight.

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