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League of Legends [Massive World Game/Lore]

I'll be able to write my sheet after work tonight, hopefully.

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I'm thinking of joining. Could you reserve Ekko for me?

Rise of the Archons

So when are e going forward with this?

Rise of the Archons

So everyone is dead right?

Rise of the Archons

Questioning

A man was sat in the most uncomfortable chair he's ever seen, in a windowless room.
Its not an interrogation, just questioning. But why the handcuffs? he thought as he tried to move his hands even a little. Seeing it was fruitless, he put his feet atop the table in front of him. A Chicago PD officer entered the room.
"Feet down. I'd like a little respect here," his voice like gravel in his old age.
"Nah."
"Its not often someone is questioned by the chief."
"Its not often I get questioned at all. I guess we both have the honor."
A loud sigh came from Chief Smith as he began the "questioning".
"Alright. Can you clarify some things for me?"
"Maybe. That depends." the man said in a condescending manner.
"I already have your file. Brynn Jonathan Irons; age twenty two, correct? No known address."
"The first two are right."
"And your address?"
"That's personal."
Another sigh from the officer as he continued.
"On the night of September 30th, where were you?"
"I was working a job. Protection for some guy's kid."
"And did you encounter a Mr. Adrian Warwick?"
Brynn laughed for a second. "I might have. There were a lot of people I encountered."
"Let me clarify, did you harm Mr. Warwick."
"I wouldn't say harm, more of self defense."
The officer got up from the desk a moment and walked around.
"Mr. Irons, Adrian Warwick is a very powerful individual. He can do serious harm to you or those you care about. We're just trying to figure out if he was in the wrong or you were. Were there any cameras or people who can more easily clarify what had happened that night?"
"I doubt it. It was a hit on the guy's daughter and-"
"This 'guy' you are referring to is Senator Bronson, correct?" the officer asks as he writes in his notebook.
"Yeah. Anyway, it was a hit. Warwick got a bunch of junkies with no training whatsoever to try to take out his kid."
"Junkies? Anything in particular you noticed about them."
"A few had the shakes. Withdrawl maybe. Seemed something bad."
"I see," the scratching of the pencil against faded paper continued. "And Warwick? Why was he there?"
"If you want something done right, do it yourself. He was there in case something went wrong. And he did."
"How did you know he'd have to be there?"
Brynn chuckled, "Well that's easy. He came to me with the job first. Tried to low ball me. I went to the Senator and offered to watch his kid for double what Warwick offered. He got wind of that somehow and here we are."

The investigation went on for what seemed like hours. Chief Smith was still sat at the other end of the table with only a few questions left. "Look," he said in a tired tone, "Joseph himself wanted to make sure you wouldn't be arrested, only questioned. You're making it pretty difficult to hold up my end of the deal." Leaning back in the chair and staring at the ceiling, Brynn wasn't really paying attention.
Another loud sigh from the officer as he asked the last of his questions.
"Mr. Irons, you are a Breaker; is that correct?"
"So what if it is?"
"You are aware of the new Act that was just passed? That you have to register?"
"Must have slipped my mind."
"Even if you are his son, we can't have you running around endangering civilians."
"So I'm more dangerous than King? Than the drugged out idiots killing for no reason?"
"I didn't say that. But they aren't freaks-" At the moment the officer uttered that word, Brynn was already standing over him.
"I. Am. Not. A. Freak." he gritted through his teeth as he was slowly breaking the cuffs around his wrists. The sound of metal bending and twisting becoming louder in the silence that followed his words.
"Please, have a seat." Smith said weakly before regaining his composure. "There's only one question left."
Slowly, Brynn sat back down.
"Now Mr. Irons. Some of the...items you were carrying have not been seen for over a hundred years. We were curious where and how you obtained them."
"A trade secret. Can't give that info."
The last sigh from the officer escaped his mouth. "Well Mr. Irons, it seems you are free to go. On the way out you may regain you possessions we confiscated. However, get registered. We can't be this lenient again." Smith unlocked the hand cuffs and escorted Brynn out of the interrogation room.

Strange Customer

"Let's see what we got here," the man at the lock up began as he handed Brynn his belongings, his accent overwhelming at times. "One dark red overcoat; one black helmet; one set of keys; one...sword. A standard issue mark 1911 pistol."
"Its no longer standard issue."
"Right right. This thing is ancient. Good condition though." After gathering the rest of his things, Brynn walked outside and put on his helmet as he mounted his motorbike. The User Interface booted up instantly.
Good evening, User Irons. How can I assist you? the cold voice said cheerfully as Brynn started the engine.
"I need to go home. No location tracking."
Very well, this is the route to Home. Your location data has been deleted and will not be tracked for this session.
Following the map that appeared in the corner of the visor; Brynn made his way home. A short trip it seemed to be. Dismounting the bike in the lane on the sidewalk, he walked toward the door of the shop and looked inside.
A customer? he thought. Shally never has customers. Brynn decided to wait at the side of the shop for them to leave. A man it seems. Covered entirely. A hat too. Not a single inch of skin showing. Not too tall.
After they exited, Brynn entered the shop and was greeted by the shopkeep. "You know, you didn't have to wait. It was actually a job for you," she said, slightly annoyed. "Yeah, I figured. No one that shady comes here looking for old furniture." Dropping a letter into his hand, Shalquior continued. "They seemed pretty suspicious. Didn't give me any info. You aren't mixed up in this gang nonsense, are you?" "What nonsense?" Brynn asked as Shalquior turned on the television.
Two days ago there was an attack on Senator Bronson's personal home. We have recieved reports from both the fire department and the police that the attack started inside the house. Bullet holes and various slash marks as well as blood coated the main hall and most of the upstairs. Surprisingly, the only room untouched by violence was Amelia Bronson's; age five. Several suspects were apprehended while the Senator and his family have been to moved to an undisclosed location.
"Oh. That. Yeah. I did what I was paid to do."
"Right..." Shalquoir retorted as she hopped off the counter. "Open that letter then."
"Fine fine."
Brynn carefully opened the envelope and a few things fell out. A handwritten note, a credit chip, and a disposable phone.
"Credit chip? Some kind of advance?" Brynn said as he read the letter.

Mister Irons & Miss Shalquoir,
We may have found something of interest that pertains to both of you. Come to the address on the device enclosed to find it.
From, an Old Friend.

"What do you think, Shal? A trap?"
The cat sat on the chair thinking for a moment before saying.
"I might have to close up shop for a bit. This may get very interesting."

Rise of the Archons

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Rise of the Archons

Izalith

Name: Izalith
Age: 24 at time of death
Archon of: Fire
Archon Weapon: Accursed Greatsword; Dagger of Farron.

Appearance: Izalith is around five foot eight inches tall. Average build though leans more towards the thinner side. White hair, close to platinum; eyes are a bright amber yellow with the pupil being a thin slice.

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Personality: Ruthless; will kill if angered at the slightest. Once someone has outlived their usefulness to her, she will end them. Protective of Brynn to a point.

Bio: In the year 2144 A.D. the world is more or less united under the World Government Association. People are modifying themselves through the use of cybernetics to become more than human. More and more people are being discovered with amazing abilities, one such of these people are Izalith. Izalith was thought to be a Breaker; someone that surpassed their human limits though genetics or even cybernetic enhancements; though she is actually the Archon of Fire. A rift appeared one day in front of the Breaker Research and Restriction Foundation in Chicago, Illinois. Stepping out of it was a young girl no older than five carrying a small but intricate dagger while accompanied by an old wolf and a very strange cat. When approached by the B.R.F's agents, she stabbed one with the dagger from her belt. She was immediately captured and taken to the facility. There she was studied and determined to be a Breaker with the ability to manipluate fire as well as create rifts to travel; making her an S-Class rank Breaker. After six years, a young boy named Brynn was brought into the facility to be studied. The boy's name was Brynn and he was also an S-Class Breaker. Over time, the two became close friends though Izalith became more and more violent against the staff; one time burning one to the point of hospitalization. The two were drafted into the Hunter program; a militarized force that was used to police various peoples across the state, including "undesirables" and Breakers. Brynn did his best to protect the people and only arrest them if he must; Izalith on the otherhand, would injure any foolish enough to get in their way. Injure if they're lucky. After a year of being partners, Izalith abandoned Brynn as well as the Hunters completely, destroying her armor and leaving the remains in the hands of Joseph Irons. Six months later, Brynn was given the task to stop Izalith, by either arresting her or ending her life. Brynn was unable to kill her, but did very significant damage to her; though he was on the brink of death. Knowing that she would die very soon regardless, Izalith allowed the B.R.F. to transplant some of her organs to Brynn, namely her lung, heart, and right eye. The transplant however left Brynn with a few side effects. His hair lightened to Izalith's hair color, his personality changed, an he began to be haunted by a "phantom" Izalith. However the last may simply be some form of split personality due to the trama he underwent.

Special Gear or Equipment: A Greatsword and dagger from a strange land. The sword was once held by a proud knight who fell to a force he could not fight. The curse on this blade has lasted for eons and will continue to do so for many more. The dagger bears the sigil of a band of knights that defended a once proud forest from an encroaching darkness.

Izalith's Armor

Brynn Irons

Name: Brynn Irons
Age: 22
Archon of: Fire
Archon Weapon: Accursed Greatsword, Gauntlet of the Exiled, Armor of the Exiled

Appearance: About six foot and one inch tall. Silver hair with viridian colored eyes though the right eye belongs to Izalith and are the same amber with a slice for a pupil. Lean build with some muscle. Wears a coat of red so deep it appears almost black. Wears an eye patch over his right eye.

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Personality: A smart ass. Doesn't take orders well whatsoever. Stubborn but listens to people eventually. At most times careless and reckless.

Bio: Brynn was found as a young child by Joseph Irons and adopted by him. However it was shortly discovered that Brynn was a Breaker that could both perform "blinks" and "dashes" at speeds faster than the human eye can perceive. He was brought to the B.R.F. to be studied. There he met Izalith and the two became fast friends, spending nearly every waking moment together. Brynn also studied mechanical engineering from a young age and was easily able to fix various machines. He was seen as a prodigy. It did not take long for him to begin working on weapons as well. After several years and hundreds of tests, it was reasoned that his abilites were becoming stronger and viable for combat. Realizing this, Joseph drafted him into the Hunters program rather early, at the age of 12. He proved to be faster than every other member of the program and became the youngest member to be assigned to the field when he became 13. For five years, Brynn and Izalith went on many missions together and grew very close at then end of those years. There were even talk amongst the other Hunters of whether or not they would marry, though those rumors did not last long. A few months thereafter; Izalith vanished. She had murdered another Hunter and went rogue. Brynn was but on assignment to find and capture her. It took over two months to track Izalith, and went Brynn had found her she was the leader of a sort of cult. The cult seemed to hunt down and kill non-Breakers at random. Going in alone to try to reason with her, Brynn was surrounded by them. Mostly C to B Class Breakers, he made quick work of them; making sure not to seriously harm any. Watching this, Izalith was furious. To her, he was holding back against those that would kill him. She had decided to fight him herself. The battle raged on for hours, decimating the lower downtown area of Chicago. The power that she wielded reduced city blocks to rubble. But somehow Brynn had survived the onslaught. He attempted to plea to Izalith; though at the last second she betrayed him and stuck her dagger through his chest, piercing his heart. With the dagger still in his chest, Brynn managed to strike down Izalith with one blow. Still standing, he defended her unconscious body from several B.R.F. soldiers, maiming one in the process. Eventually, he became unconscious himself.

Awakening in a hospital later, he was informed of an organ transplant by the only donor available: Izalith. There were of course, some side effects. His body at first rejecting the organs and his hair changing to a color to match Izalith's. After that came the recovery process. To the doctors' amazement, it was only a few months instead of the years they projected. When he was back at his normal strength, Brynn resigned from the Hunters Program and became a wanderer. He took any job that he could. Eventually, the money ran out and he was forced onto the street. He walked and walked until he happened upon a small shop. The shopkeep offered to let him stay in the upstairs as long as he managed to pay a small amount of rent. For now, he lives in the northside of Chicago, waiting for the next job to come his way.

Special Equipment: Able to summon Izalith's great sword as well as a gauntlet of an exiled knight. The Accursed Greatsword seems to be from another world; its namesake from the curse placed upon its wielder. Those that hold this sword will fight like a beast; with no thoughts to cloud their judgment, only instincts. The longer he wields this weapon, the more armor of the Exiled Beast is summoned; as well as the quicker he loses his sanity. His own weapon which was a greatsword was damaged in the fight with Izalith and what remained was repurposed into a smaller but strong blade. The blade was made in part by Brynn in conjunction with a stranger he once knew. Held in a strange stance; this weapon was first designed as a parrying blade before being used in more combative ways.

Brynn's Sword

Accursed Greatsword

Brynn also still retains his Hunters armor though. However the helmet was too damaged to repair, thus he obtained a new one. He rarely wears it. Using the helmet mostly for its Heads-Up-Display as well as protective headgear.

Brynn's Armor

Shalquoir

Name: "Sweet" Shalquoir
Age: Unknown
Appearance: A somewhat chubby, fluffy cat. Bright blue eyes and grey fur with a blackened streak down the middle.

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Personality: Sharp-witted, clever. Wise, cryptic. Enjoys riddles and jokes. Does not like being made a fool of or being on the losing end of a deal.

Bio: "Some say that they know everything, its rare to find any that really do."
After leaving the Hunters program and having no place to go, Brynn stumbled into a small shop. The bell rang but no one was at the counter, only a cat. As he turned to leave he said "Guess they aren't open," which prompted a voice with an odd accent to respond with "Oh I assure you we certainly are." Confused by where it came from, he looked around the shop but found no clerk whatsoever, eventually making his way to the counter. He looked over the counter to see if someone was under it when the voice sternly said "You know, that's a very rude thing to do," seemingly coming from beside him. "...a cat?" "Is that so strange? A cat that can speak?" "Its just not a normal thing to have happen," he said plainly; to which the cat retorted with "No, but you haven't have many normal things happen, have you?" A cat that seemed to be a bit of an ass too. But a smart cat at that. Realizing that what he was speaking to may not have been just a cat, Brynn changed his tone and demeanor. The cat introduced herself as Shalquoir and asked if he was going to buy anything. And if not then for him to leave. However as she said that, she noticed the dirt on his coat and instead asked if he had a place to live. Hearing he did not, Shalquoir offered the upstairs of her shop as living quarters for him; but only if he could afford the rent. At the moment, Shalquoir runs Sweet Shalquoir's Antiques and Oddites though she feels she might have to close up shop for a while.

A True Sacrifice - CLOSED

That's going to take me another month to finish

A True Sacrifice - CLOSED

I bet its rhat fuck still on vacation