Been a while since I've applied for one of these. Currently 1 AM here, so I'll post a CS tomorrow. Making my interest known, and the array of weapons on page 1 really help out.
The young adult had his eyes glued to the tear marks stratified along his jacket’s sleeve when a light, but just as catching grip abruptly fell onto his shoulder. The only thing preventing the kid from leaping out of his skin and well into orbit was his ability to process information at a cursory rate. His head whirled around to instantly verify that it was indeed a familiar face to his side, which did more than alleviate the already tense pilot. Still, given how naturally startled he was, a faint yelp managed to escape his lips despite the comfort he felt. In all honesty he had expected playful punch and found himself staring at his teammate’s hand for a few extra seconds, each moment filled with just as must angst and remorse as the one prior.
It didn’t take an intelligence officer to conceptualize why he had received the greeting that he did. Nat also understood the gravity of their current state of affairs. In fact, she definitely had a far better understanding. In the past three months, he has picked up bits and pieces here and there. Through frontal conversation of course. Having never stepped outside of his morals, he would never do something as sly as to eavesdrop. Yet he was still new, and only had a minute fraction of the picture assembled.
It’s war. Everybody loses somebody or something. This was just Erwin’s first time experiencing the oppressive sensation that was lamentation.
”T-Thanks Natalie. Glad you made it back too.” It was rare to see his comrade in such a dispirited state. With that said, the kid could go the rest of his days- or if he was lucky, years without ever seeing the sight of a remorseful Natalie Vehrs from this point on. Aware of his frame of mind, Nat managed a meager smile that tugged at the corners of her face, acting independently of whatever emotions that currently painted her conscience. His voice still exhibited its usual sheepish tone, but there was a distinct strain to it. Perhaps he wasn’t bawling enough tears to fill a ship’s reservoir because reality had yet to sink in. His nerves had been entirely numbed by what felt like an equivalent to shell shock.
At least he was still able to process relief. Before he could follow up with his prior statement, Erwin instantly fixated his gaze in the direction of another arrival. His shoulders slackened slightly, but it still looked like they were attached to a plank running across his back. He expectantly traced Web’s figure as the pilot disembarked from his MAS and made his way over to his comrades. Unsurprisingly, he was also worse for wear. Under the intense lighting that lined the hangar roof, Erwin could practically single out every trail of sweat among the many that covered his face. The always amiable Web had been rattled by the turn of events, as any human being would be, regardless of tolerance.
He glanced between his two superiors mousily, thankful for the fact that they had survived the conflict, but any positive emotions were negated by the lack of mechs to follow. He couldn’t really tell what kind of expression currently painted his face, but surely the kid looked like he was about to burst into incessant weeping. As muffled explosions ringed off in all directions, the timorous pilot somehow maintained his footing. ”S-sure. Um, I mean, definitely Web.” A faint voice managed to utter chopped up words. Pained brown irises rose and met those of his teammates, ”And… thanks for making it back to us.” His vision remained on his comrades for a few brief moments before shifting over to the vacant landing bays behind them. Five designated areas laid barren. Just a few hours earlier they were filled with their respective MAS’s.
Erwin wordlessly moved past the two pilots and came to a halt after a few paces. He took in the sight in its fullest, accepting the five empty bays for what they were, and what they had become. The young adult mended his posture, leveled his chin, and in one deft motion, crisply saluted the desolate space. The reverberating sound of fabric barely managed to catch up with the swift movement. For a moment, it seemed like even the opposing fire bombarding the Solace had ceased in honor of this silent requiem. After keeping the form for a little bit longer, the black-haired pilot turned around and nodded at the two. His countenance still bolstered the dam that held back the flow of tears, but the unexpectedly soldier-like action casted a mature air around the kid, if only for a short-lived instant. ”I’ll gladly brew the c-coffee. You two deserve some R&R.” He offered politely, waiting for one of the two to take lead.
Personality: Moving through life at the speed of a bullet train with locks of radiant crimson, Akane Himura is a girl who never wavers once she has set herself on a goal. Though many people exhibit an identical type of drive, so what makes her stand out from the bunch? Well, one thing for certain, she doesn't make it blatantly obvious. She also doesn't toss aside all other responsibilities should she find herself striving for something. But that is not to say she's indecisive. She's just a multitasker who works at a pace that sits well with her. But should somebody openly obstruct her path or deride her own sense of what's right, they'll be in for more than just a light singe.
Akane is, for all intents and purposes, your stock tsundere. And you can damn well bet all four of your cheeks that the area around her is burned to a crisp whenever somebody outright calls her one. Although she likes doing things her way, she's always up to be led by somebody as long as they don't rub her the wrong way, but tends to vie for a position of presidence should it show itself just in case. But when she does have people to cover for, they'll be working with quite the headstrong mentality. By no means is she a good samaritan. If something has to be given up for a cause, the girl definitely expects something in return. Following this theorem, if somebody does her a solid, she'll give them a verbal IOU and rush to wherever when she's beckoned for. But just for your knowledge, if in the rare case that an unfortunate soul snaps at her, she'll briskly snap something of theirs.
With the information above solely presented, one would presume that the girl would follow the path of a fire mage, and given her personality would have been a damn proficient one had she done so. But contrary to popular belief, in DGO the girl specializes in illusion magic. As mentioned earlier, she's a tsundere, but that's just one face among many that she can play especially well. Able to seamlessly change personalities on a moment's notice, the girl has donned many temperaments in the past. One moment she can be timid to the point that her presence is barely noted, the next she's the center of attention. Yet the unyielding personas many revere are only facade, a face that never needs a new coating of paint. Its pigmentation is never dulled by the ever-changing weather. What lies beneath is not the generic mentality thirsting for closure. Its a lack of faith in her own resolve. Perhaps at this juncture, she has already lost her grasp of her true self under the hues of others. Not really her loss though, since she discarded her true self for more vibrant personas because she concluded that it was boring and dull. But recently, the clouds have been progressively parted by the day, and its all thanks to a duo of idiots whose recklessness intensifies by the minute.
History: The Akane, or more precisely, Akanes of today starkly contrast with the history behind the faces. Born to a generic family, in a run-of-the-mill household, with a mundane upbringing, the girl's early years were utterly boring. At one point she honestly believed her parents were following a step-by-step textbook on how to bore the living shit out of their child. It it's of any worth, they definitely succeeded in providing the child with such a lifestyle. Even the breakfasts they shared seemed to be cookie-cutter. With almost premade meals barely discernible from yesterday's, and probably identical to tomorrow's, accompanied by a glass of pristine milk. She actually hoped that one day she would find a rancid chunk just to break the record of consistency. Her father would always be reading through his chip, which he never showed at the table, so to Akane the guy was just staring into empty air, blinking once in a while to display some sentience.
The girl entered and exited the doors of her school in a normal fashion. She had a handful of friends she trusted, but unlike them, had no defining attributes that made her stand out. She had to do something to comepnsate for the blank canvas that was her personality.
So she became a leach.
Not like the typical human garbage who drains energy from their "friends" through various means, she just used a fraction of her friends' colors for foundations. And from there she built up. It was intentionally gradual, and as expected, was mistaken for the mental growth that comes with maturing. But over time, she got better at acting how she wanted, not as she was. A master of picking up social cues and conforming to the situation, Akane Himura became a mere name attached to many faces. She produced so many of these facades that she ended up losing sight of her original, bland self. But to her, that was a price she was willing to pay. "Anything to escape the normality of that household" was the sentiment she found peace in. But in reality, she just wanted to become somebody worth remembering. A person who wouldn't be easily discarded.
She found her way into the Sweepers through a connection and joined for no clear reason. Up 'til now she has maintained a neutral standing on the faction. As long as its members guns remain pointed at Outlaws and not at her, she was totally fine contributing to activities. But as many members of her rank, the clandestine operations of Cleaners and Erasers are the equivalent to forum flame to her. She merely writes the claims off as players being pissed about the faction. Recently, she has been heavily involved with the Sweeper Arms Slave, and has subsequently fallen under the unofficial command of Shiro Kawabata/Paper Moon.
Strawberry Baby
Avatar Class: Mage(Sorcerer)
Avatar Level (Initial): 3
Avatar Level (Current): 4
Avatar Guild: Sweepers
Avatar Feats:
Magic Blast: A skill which fires a magical projectile that deals resistance-ignoring damage.
Staff Mastery: Increase the effective abilities of staff by 25%
Avatar Abilities:
Trompe L'oeil (Cooldown 1 Round) - Can manifest an array of illusion with her imagination as a foundation. The ability comes with a lot of utilities and options, but a couple of manners she uses it in are as follows:
-*Perdu For You: Has the effect to make an entity invisible to the eye. She is able to cast this ability on players, vehicles, even random objects of her choosing. The spell can counteract lock-on abilities to an extent, and can partially conceal entities from heat-reading abilities, but not entirely. Even though an affected entity can move an infinite distance from Strawberry, the spell is still hindered by its time limit. Originally with a window of two minutes, after CC's fall, Strawberry chose the feat Staff Mastery, it was extended by an extra thirty seconds. For clarification, the abilities only tampers with the sense of sight. The other four are completely uncompromised. If an invisible target is running at somebody full speed or wreaks of failure, they might get backhanded. Most efficient with Rogues who chose Grim Stride.
-*Spacial Projection: Essentially makes Strawberry a living projector, but rather than utilizing a video or slide as a resource, she instead projects what's a boxed area of what's before her. In addition, her projection can be anywhere from life-size to gigantic, but the larger it is the faster her reserves are drawn. The projection isn't totally clear and has a static overlay during the first few seconds, but it suffices.
-*Imagination Manifestation: Dubbed with an all-encompassing name for a reason, Strawberry can create illusions as long as she has a solid image in her mind. But they are just that. Illusions. They bear no influence on the physical plane, but are perfect replicas of their legitimate counterparts. May it be a low level dissolution or a meteor shower, the only end known to the possibilities is the boundaries of Strawberry's imagination
Marionette (Cooldown 2 Rounds): The strings tied to the perfect replica she can materialize of herself are seemingly invisible, but always attached. Strawberry Baby is able to create an identical copy of herself corresponding in every aspect. Looks, health, ability, the carbon copy has it all. It cannot inflict any damage, yet it can take the brunt of an enemy attack and perish just as a normal player would. Like a marionette, Strawberry can control the copy, but it can show a measurement of individuality when it is given full permission to act independently on a task. When it dies or is dismissed, the memories captured are transmitted to Strawberry, making it a viable scout or stand-in. There is no time limit to how long the marionette can maintain its physical form, but it does require a notable amount of time to cast and to recharge before another casting, thus it's not something she can do in the midst of combat.
Reality Shock (Cooldown 4 rounds) - For a short moment, her illusions become the real deal. Thus the damage dealt is limited to her imagination and what she has set up in advance. Remember that meteor shower? Wonder how Outlaws look scorched in craters. Even though the ability can be cast instantly, it has a lengthy cooldown, which is why her attacks pack a punch and are usually pivotal to the outcome of a fight.
Other: Visionary's Reach: Her favorite staff. Has the perk that if she scores five consecutive hits with her magical bolts, she gets a round off of an ability's cooldown round of her choosing.
A wave of relief came over the boy when his peripheral vision caught a forthright Luke. It was hard to discern his mien from this range after considering the fact that Zephyr was nearly twenty-five feet high and falling. Even though the watery tendrils may pose as a hurdle that obstructed the water elementalist from his goal, the main foe laid right before Zeph- or rather, below. The sable-hued weapon emitted a faint hum as the boy led it down unto his opponent. His target quickly changed from the dragon’s scalp to its open jaws. He reassured himself that the aqueous assailant lacked a digestive system, even a toddler could deduce that. With that sentiment backing him, the well-dressed figure plunged into its mouth.
His vision was nearly unaffected once his body had been fully immersed. The water itself was pristine, almost safe for drinking, sans the energetic overload one would take. Mo Ye effortlessly sliced through his opponent’s internals. With cheeks full of air, he continued his streamline strike until he broke through the back of its fluid hide. The boy was able to manifest a platform just in time for another strike. A tendril was jetting its way towards Zephyr. In retaliation, the student held his blade up before him and met the extremity head on. Its uniform edge created a divide in the appendage. Water haphazardly geysered as the dragon retracted the two halves and mended its wound. His chilled sensation from his soaked clothing barely surmounted to a distraction. He’s been through whole winters with only a few meager layers.
Zephyr was preparing to turn himself into a human bullet once more when he noticed something soothing. The dragon’s size was waning. Slowly, but surely. But the beast wouldn’t go down without a fight, that much he knew for sure. The boy brandished his blade and homed in on all of the wildly flailing tendrils. The dragon’s itself was far from pacified, yet at the moment it appeared to be fending off Luke’s efforts on a whole separate plane, one unseeable to a darkness user. Now locked on his targets, Zephyr leaned forward and sent himself flying across the outer boundary of their trial. The tendrils and neck of the dragon were just in Mo Ye’s reach. The self-propelled boy cut through them all in one fell swoop.
His attack must have done enough to help Luke enforce the ebb side of the cycle. The dragon, almost submissively and somewhat anticlimactically dwindled down back to the tranquil waters. He welcomed the sensation of grass beneath his formal footwear, yet the boy’s momentary muse was cut short by the reminder of Luke. Zephyr paced his way over to his classmate, engrossed in facilitating the flow of air within his lungs. The recreation of the fabled Chinese sword dissipated. The umbral mist was siphoned back into the dark orb, which now remained whole. He gave a curt nod to the student sprawled out before him. Although his deadpan expression failed to offer a smile of praise, the blank countenance was at least capable of managing a few words. ”Good job to you. Rest for now.”
For playful fun in hopes of raising Luke’s spirits, Zephyr was tempted to produce a water bottle from his satchel and ask if the guy was thirsty. Yet again, common sense reasoned against it and instead the boy wordlessly slung it over his shoulder. ”I’m going to change. We’ve got a while before any afternoon classes. Take comfort in this respite, Luke… See you around.” Carrying the student back probably wasn’t a plausible option. His muscles and spirit must have been crying in unison after that struggle. Best thing to do was to let him rest to the pacifying sounds of the lakeside. @Inertia @Liferusher (Will edit this part in after graduation party)
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