Inertia

Across the Great Sea - A Witcher RP (OPEN / STILL IN INTRO STAGE)

@SantosGabriel77

oh yeah i forgot geralt got amnesia woops, i swear it's unintended.

Across the Great Sea - A Witcher RP (OPEN / STILL IN INTRO STAGE)

Niavak

Character Theme – Scholar of the First Sin
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NIAVAK DELTHRANE

Standing at about average height, he boasts a build befitting that of a speedy swordsman. His muscular tone leans towards use of agility, rather than strength. His dirt snowy hair is lazily slicked upwards, falling downwards in random, erratic positions. His hands are calloused, the sign of a man whom takes his training seriously. He almost always drapes his black, graying cloak around himself fastened by an unknown shimmering crest.

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【Alias】
Pale Swordsman.

【Race】
Human.

【Gender】
Male.

【Age】
24.

【Sexuality】
Demisexual.

【Birth Place】
Unknown; Forgotten.

【Nation/Allegiance】
Neutral.

【Profession】
Sellsword/Mercenary.

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【Personality】
For a sellsword, Niavak is a cordial individual, perhaps much too much for his own good. He treats anyone he speaks with respect, only taking that away if that person had proven they did not deserve it. He has a certain charisma to his speech, easily promoting acquaintances to a sort of odd friendship at times. Though he is friendly, he will not take real threats targeted towards him sitting down, and almost always readies to defend or fight for himself.

At rarer times, melancholy can be evidently present across his features. Always trying to remember his hazy, unknown past when he can, only to be met by the physical, and mental pain it wroughts whenever he does so. He always wonders what his purpose will be after managing to complete his swordsmanship, he has little idea of how he was in the past, so much so that he has trouble pacing himself on how he should act, feel, and think. How he acts now may not be how he had acted in the past, and the thought scares him. Thoughts like these always leave him in a daze of confusion, and identity crisis. It is difficult to ascertain his past but he always tries to do so when he is able to, actively visiting sites of the scant memories he manages to recall.

If asked about beliefs, he tends to stay silent, allowing the other individual ramble, while providing little to no speech from his end. He doesn't mind people believing in the sea god Manannan, while he himself doesn't really have any faith in said god. Mostly stemming from his childhood; the moment where he had forgotten his past, being forced to rely on himself to put food on the table. As such he chooses to believe in himself to get things done rather than others, and certainly not gods.

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【History】
Niavak had suffered from amnesia, not remembering much of his past. The scant memories he can recall are hazy, and results in a throbbing headache when he tries to remember. Most of what he can remember was a man, who donned a similar cloak with the same crest as Niavak. Moments of almost spartan-like training comes and go. The final, strongest memory is him on a wooden ship, fighting against a raging storm; he remembers the familiar figure shouting at him, before endless black. Oddly enough, he remembers being disgraced for a 'sin', but he has trouble trying to place his memory. Whenever the opportunity presents itself, he travels to places he 'feels' he is familiar with, as an effort to try and remember his past.

Growing up after finding no one but his lonesome was difficult to say the least. The only thing being left to his name was a cloak, and a beautiful sword that shimmered a mesmerizing blue. Being of unknown origins, many villages, in best cases treated with him utter disregard or contempt leaving him to do his business, at worst cases he was chased out due to superstition. Though at the time he failed to remember anything about the past, his body remembered his training. This was made evident when an individual attacked him whilst on the road, screaming at Niavak to lay down his weapon, and he may leave with his life.

He was initially fearful until his body moved away from an obvious, too large swing. The bandit's eyebrows lifted, and he kept swinging madly only for Niavak to deftly weave out of the way right before the hits could land. He was blessed that day as the bandit proved he had little to no training with the way of the sword. Niavak's body slowly began to recall his training. Wielding the sword was like attaining a limb he once lost. At the end, having suffered minor cuts, and bruises, he stood victorious over the bandit. He was unconscious, his body sliced up. The man still breathed raggedly, for better or for worse. Niavak looted what little the man had on his person, including his crude, clearly neglected blade and went on his way.

In present day, he acts as a sellsword or mercenary, taking on different odd-jobs strewn about the great continent of Aridia. He could be an escort, guarding important figures as they traversed through the lands. He was once a trainer for a short amount of time, trying to teach his swordsmanship. In other times, he is chosen to slay monsters as a pseudo-replacement if Witchers were not currently present.

For unbeknownst reasons, something from within pulls at him to complete his unfinished swordsmanship. He has little idea why this was so. His main drive is travelling the land in search of great swordsmen and swordswomen. To study under their tutelage if possible, or duel them to ascertain their styles, and possibly implement them in his own. After a decade of wandering, trying to appease his insatiable desire to 'complete' his swordsmanship has earned him name or moniker as the 'pale swordsman' amongst the great practitioners, often being the subject of curious talks when said great practitioners gather.
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【Skills and Abilities】
Adept Swordsman - Niavak's skill with the blade is what the untrained eye might call 'graceful', to the trained eyes who have witnessed this, most have usually commented on it's finesse, noting that it has little to no wasted movement. His own personal style of swordsmanship has been incremented by various styles of the sword during his travel. He has hit a wall, being unable to transition to mastery, however feeling very close to surpassing the shell of mastery. He also enters the odd tournament to test his prowess at times.

The fastest tend to live - His swordsmanship is focused on parrying, or moving out of harms way in time to deliver a devastating counter attack in the small window when they recover. His eyes are trained to notice the 'follow-through', or otherwise the wind up and wind down of each attack. In turn he makes his attacks fast, and limiting them have a smaller wind down. However this type of attacking tends to take time as he is required to observe his opponent to familiarize himself with their way of attacking, and defending.

Apprentice 'Hunter' - Due to him needing to take odd jobs for his well-being, he eventually began taking jobs that Witchers would normally take. He has basic, and rudimentary understanding of hunting creatures that go bump in the night. Not quite on the same level as a Witcher, of course, but with time he can get there himself.
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【Weapons/Tools and Magic】
Niavak dons a basic armorset, a breastplate, shoulder-guards, and leather gauntlets. Underneath is a red tunic laced with chainmail. His only other apparel is his black cloak, always draped over his shoulders. The armor is light, allowing him to be more nimble and faster than normal.

He carries two swords on his back, one that he always had on him; 'Shatter', a steel longsword that shimmers blue under the night light. Recently he had acquired a silver sword, naming it 'Tremor', specifically purchased to deal with creatures request that pop up frequently.

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【Other】
Dialogue colour: Dark-ish turquoise?
Has a decent singing voice, and can play the lute with some level of proficiency.

Across the Great Sea - A Witcher RP

@POOHEAD189

^{wot, who goes there'?}
Eyy buddy! It's funny I'd run into you in another witcher rp.

Tentative interest, if there's still room on the ship of course!

//: Project:EVE : (OPEN)

@Zoey White

Yes they have folding chairs.

//: Project:EVE : (OPEN)

BLINK

Asmodeus had gotten up earlier than the norm, he was already done a bit over ninety-five percent of his Institute given program. Low thuds of boots thud against the whirring purr of a conveyor belt. He was running against a specially made treadmill, tailored specifically for his speed. 16 also had a hand in it, which he incessantly thanked her for. The treadmills manufactured by the Institute broke down during his warmup, it was thanks to Weaver that they finally had one created that didn't buckle under his speed. The machinery whirred, slowing down before eventually coming to halt. As he wrapped his face on the towel from the rack, a familiar beeping noise erupted, the words typing out on his plasma television,

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<sub>//:DEAR RECIPIENT

YOU HAVE BEEN REQUESTED TO ATTEND THE AUDITORIUM AT PRECISELY 6:00AM THIS MORNING. AS THIS IS AN HOUR BEFORE CURFEW RELEASE, AN INSTITUTE EMPLOYEE WILL ATTEND AND MANUALLY RELEASE YOUR DOOR. FROM THERE, YOU WILL HEAD DIRECTLY TO THE AUDITORIUM AND BE SEATED.

NON-COMPLIANCE IS NOT AN OPTION. ::</sub>

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"Huh, this is rare. Even for them." Asmodeus muttered to the empty room, "Well, I got a bit of time." He stepped down, resting on a chair to catch his breath for a moment. After a few minutes of collecting himself he stepped into the shower room. "Damn heater takes ages to turn on, millions, no billions spent on modified children bred for war, and not a cent on the heaters."

With a towel wrapped around his waist, he walked to his closet, grabbing his everyday clothes. A normal, blurred green jacket, with a white innards along with comfortable jeans. He looked longingly at the tailored boots, designed not to burn up on reaching high speeds. He was always impressed at how the Institute planned ahead so much. Right on cue, the familiar creaking of his doors opened. It was followed by a rather stern looking guard eyeing him, hand on a remote, seeming almost too eager to press with a slip of the finger. Asmodeus chuckled, "Hey." he called out nonchalantly, still tying the aglets of his boots.

"Head to the auditorium, 22." the callous guard said, as if practiced from a scrip a million times, "Atleast buy me dinner first." Asmodeus whispered, his words not reaching the guard's ears. He burrowed his hands into his pockets, and walked towards the designated destination. He whistled a soft tune, taking his sweet time in between each stride. For fun, he ran simulations in his mind on the likelihood of survival trying to take out the eyeing guards from up above. All simulations ended in death, or 0% "Heh. Figures." he said under his breath. His eyes scrunched up at the bright lights in the auditorium.

Asmodeus took a seat, a few rows down from Alma, he figured that the other cool single digit people would sit with her. He caught her sight, and nodded in acknowledgement. She pat the chair to her left from her awkward position on the floor. He shook his head, "I'm not cool enough to sit there." he said in half jest. Alma's smile fell crooked, and her head tilted in amusement. "I can't even sit on the damn seat. Don't be like that." Her words were laced with subtle laughter from her position on the floor. "Alright you make a good point." he replied, standing up and sauntering over to the seat left of where Alma sat.

He sighed once more as his eyes fell onto the chairs, Billion dollar company, folding chairs. he thought, shifting left to right uncomfortably before finding the least uncomfortable spot before giving up and slinking down the chair. He eyed the meticulous Director behind what appears to be reinforced glass, it would be lying if he said that he wasn't curious, gathering of the 'children' were rare.

The Inhospitable Expanse

@TheDarkTemplar

I don't wanna take anymore of your ooc placee, so add me on disc instead Inertia#5354 so we can catch up my man.

A thing though, I really miss gifted.

Edit: New Zealand btw.

The Inhospitable Expanse

Moving inbetween countries is a pain, particularly the stable internet are sparse and few inbetween.

College, and airforce, damn that sounds like a fanciful yet busy life my man.

The Inhospitable Expanse

<sup>@TheDarkTemplar

shit ive been spotted
speak of this to no one,
goes back to lurking</sup>

naw seriously what's up templar, how's it been mang?

//: Project:EVE : (OPEN)

Added #17 and #74 to opinions sheet.

Gotta make a log of this.

//: Project:EVE : (OPEN)

@DracoLunaris

I don't mind at all, I think the initial cybernetics would be from the Institute, a rough prototype. But Dostya can be the one he goes to to improve/perfect/repair it.

On another note: Interview thingy up. Tell me if I've missed anyone.