Jeremor

Finite Incantatem [AU Harry Potter RP]

This looks very good, really like what you've got going with this. Looking forward to it.

Heliotropic

Joachim merely stood out of the way, resting his hands on his staff. The light danced on the shiny bits in his strange arm. "That is correct." He answered softly, so that the small echoes in the cave were like whispers. "If not us, then who?"

That was a motto not unfamiliar to the rangers, but most especially to him. It was something of a mantra. Helios was dangerous and their society was fragile, even before this calamity that had come upon them. If not for the rangers, the planet would have reclaimed it's land centuries ago. "I wonder how many are still alive." He said, sliding down the wall to sit cross-legged. "What if we have made it the furthest, alive?"

Heliotropic

Grint, as it so happened, was just fat enough to not be able to squeeze into the narrow tunnel leading in from the shore. This was surprising, as one of his best traits was being a compact and efficient ball of carnage. Ranger and beast parted ways there, leaving Grint to prowl the coast for something to eat. Though he did not show it, Joachim was always nervous about being separated.

Carrying his walking staff, he came into the intersection where Sef sat. In his robe, ripped around the edges, he had an eery way of moving in the shadows of flickering firelight. "Hello again." He greeted. "I know who you are, now. I should've noticed sooner, but this place drove it home. You've got a very interesting animal friend."

Heliotropic

"Stay?" He asked the air after she'd left, softly pondering. Then he looked to Grint curiously, in silence. Once or twice he looked over to the outpost. Then he shook his head. "You can't eat them, they were our comrades, Grint. It's called manners. We must leave now."

Without asking again, Joachim turned and followed the path of the female ranger. He used his walking stick heavily, his blackened arm hanging at his other side. After some thought, Grint reluctantly followed him. They moved as a pair rather than as a rider and mount, Grint walking at Joachim's heel, but they made good enough time.

It was dark by the time they reached the water's edge. Whether the beach of a lake or an ocean, Joachim had little idea. The moons above reflected on the water, riches of silver and gold. He told Grint to track down Sef, and followed.

Heliotropic

The ranger calmed down and thought about her words. He didn't bother to restrain Grint immediately, again leaving him largely to his own devices. However, Joachim did notice the other animal's distress about everything. For that reason, more than any other, he waved his hand and made a harsh shhh-ing noise. The beast got the message immediately, pausing in mid-stride and pulled back. It's little thorny tail tucked down as it wandered away.

"There's sense in what you say." He said. "The question is, where? I don't really have a problem sleeping with the dead, but it could attract some attention. There are a lot of free meals inside there. Do you know somewhere better?"

Heliotropic

"Mine?" He asked, looking to Grint as though sharing some sort of snatch of telepathic conversation. His voice picked up, indignantly. "Why would I kill an outpost of rangers? I found it like this."

Grint came winding it's way towards them all, curling around with the instinct desire to flank other beings of uncertain allegiance. Stalk. Everywhere the spiky thing went, it seemed to stalk with a malevolent desire for violence. Then, at other times, it seemed as aloof and stupid as a child frolicking in filth. "Surely you know what caused this, Sef." Joachim said, pointing his unmarred arm to the bunker. "The monsters were drawn to them. They sense life. They track it down and end it. You've seen them, haven't you?"

Heliotropic

Joachim didn't bother to tell Grint to back off in return. It held it's posture until confrontation seemed completely unlikely, and then it simply lost interest altogether. Wandering off, it sniffed at some scuffs in the dirt. It's ranger didn't pay it any more mind.

"Sef." He spoke softly, tasting her name delicately.

Lowering the hood of his partially camouflaged robe, Joachim plucked at his armpit and then shook his head. "No, not me, I smell like dirt and sweat, and saliva." He gave slight glance to Grint, then he turned to the side to show the bunker. "You probably smell death. Take a look. You'll find plenty of it inside. Still some supplies left, though."

Heliotropic

Name: Joachim
Age: 20-30 y/o
Gender: Male
Occupation: Ranger

Reputation: Thought to be one of the more reclusive rangers, this shyness usually attributed to the injury of his right arm. He's rarely seen around the towns. Even though it's hard to pin down just what he's usually doing in the wilds, he gets good results from the most dangerous terrains.
History: Trained by his grandmother, a well-respected ranger with some eccentricities. As a young ranger, went through some sort of ordeal in the wilds that left him with a strange black arm coated with some hardened material. Many theories abound just how that occurred, none explicitly confirmed.
Personality: A little strange. Soft-spoken, but polite enough.

Animal: Grint. The DNA of an earth's wolf combined with that of a reptilian-like predator native to Helios. This combination is a fairly widely recognized one, prized for a high sense of loyalty to the ranger, useful instincts in hunting and ferocious combat abilities. However, they've been known to be a bit rough around the edges and not the fastest traveling mount. It takes a bit of work to control one, even after the years spent for a ranger to bond. That can be a big deal, since Grint is about as tall as a grown man and more than 7 feet long with the tail.

Grint

Weapons: A walking staff, very sturdy wood.
Appearance:

Joachim

Distinguishing Features: His right arm is covered in a strange black sort of substance, solid but yielding in a strange way. It is hard as armor, but more like rubber than metal. There are bits of shiny stone embedded in the surface as well.

Heliotropic

The ranger turned his head to the side, looking up at the strange thing the woman rode on. It was certainly different to his Grint. And though he backed up a step, he was really quite glad to see the woman riding on the back of it. Even if she was threatening to throw a spear at him. It meant that she was a ranger, too.

"I am Joachim." He identified himself, rather softly and calmly, raising his black arm to keep the light of the setting sun out of his eyes. "A ranger, and I've just gotten here, too. Who are you?"

Just then, the hulking figure of Grint, Joachim's hybrid animal companion, burst from the bunker with all the grace of a hurricane. It placed itself between it's master and the others, baring thick dagger-like teeth in reply to Dessa.

Heliotropic

Joachim leaned on a walking staff and watched the interior of the outpost. One of his arms, exposed from the ragged tears in his robe, glistened pitch black with strange bubbles of solid amber trapped in the tar-like surface. Inside of the outpost, something grunted and knocked over a chair. It straightened it's spikey head, reptilian scales and long tusk-like teeth, turning sharply towards where Joachim stood.

The ranger shifted, though not in fear of the beast. Joachim glanced around warily, for Grint had just informed him they'd been happened upon by something.