Krash

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Errikos "Conductor" Rigas — Bend between CEC and Arrowpeak — 0900 — [na] Opportunity. It seemed to be the only absolute of the human race, recognizing and exploiting an opportunity. Some find bigger exploits, most just find something to get by. This small town, if you could call it that, only really existed because of the CEC outpost. It was anchored off the bend in the Tortues that fed the smaller towns past Embergate off the Sauraine. Most just referred to it as the Bend. It used to be a respectable town, of that Errikos was certain, but that must have been at least a hundred years ago with Embergate eventually growing and overtaking the opportunity as a port of service for the area. In its wake, Bend languished until the comet came and, with it, the CEC outpost. The little town sprang to life with services aimed at catering towards the staff of the base initially as many military towns do, but with it's proximity to the comet's path, as well as river access, it became a place for individuals and groups to sneak things into and out of that same path as it connected to the other river systems that reached from Sauraine into the deeper interior of mainland Cetra. Marvelous old buildings stood juxtaposed to hasty stalls and new prefabs and the streets were filled with vendors of all sorts with cultural foods from much of Cetra gushing delicious aromas into the streets. Sitting in the outdoor area of a coffee shop, Errikos couldn't help but notice the more southern heat of this region. His iced tea repelling the morning for just a moment as he took in the people around him. "Ohhhh my and what is that?" There was one vendor just across, she was working a small charcoal grill with whole fish roasting on top. With little more than large salt crystals wedged into its sliced flesh for flavoring and a paper fan to stoke the heat, it still beguiled and seduced the slightly grayed man. He hadn't learned a great deal about Cetra cuisine, if this could even be considered a regional dish, but it smelled heavenly. He thought of the plan ahead. Why would he be tasked to work with a special warfare division? What would they be planning? Surely they were likely even more suicidal than the average mission considering the skill set. They'd be expected to survive of course, if nothing else, the aggregation of spirits seemed to make Aeons more resilient. A small utility truck rumbled down the stone road, stirring Errikos from his day dream. It looked rusted and beat down but the engine seemed solid enough and with plenty of boxes in the back for, whatever. Was it always like this? Was there always such a separation between us? Errikos was thankful he wasn't as big a hitter as some Aeons and didn't draw attention. He had an issued phone on him that had to be worth more than what some families here survived on in a month and it was just casually given to him by the UDF. The big corps seemed… monolithic in the face of the average person, and they only seemed to grow stronger in the wake of the comet. Even the UDF, though he once loved them for rescue, was guilty of so much. Were any of them clean? Was Errikos clean? He felt compassion for so many of the rebel groups angry at the world and what had happened to them. They only wanted a better life, or at least, that's what Errikos thought of them. He could see himself as one had fate not gifted… or cursed, him with this gathering of spirits. He took the final sip of tea, finishing his musings. The Belleconan stood up and hopped on the older heavy metal bike and zipped off down the street headed towards what had become the bus station. Perhaps, if he was lucky enough, Errikos would be able to secure transport to CEC. For the moment he tried to stop musing political and just focus on the road. Lore Tortues - the east west river that connects Sauraine to Arrowpeak Bend - A small town / outpost that sprung up southwest of the bend in the Tortues, not as grand as Embergate, and a place where more illegal things trying to get into or out of the comet zone are worked. An old town revived by the CEC outpost and the comet; it's now home to a collection of individuals trying to get by that either couldn't afford Embergate, or perhaps aren't wanted there. Post Summary / Direction Errikos is currently headed west from Bend towards the CEC, and will ride on a transport of some kind, maybe a military cargo truck, maybe a bus.

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@Krash
The size of the cast will most likely trail off a fair bit beyond the first-to-second/third posts. It almost always happens—people see the actual product and it isn't for them, something in life happens, or any other reason. Whatever happens, everyone here is always welcome back at any time.

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Interesting. I'm the same, in a way. How does it do that for you?

@Prisk

Oh I know that much, it's a constant of RP lol. It was just my hope to join a lighter RP in the 'casual' section to get my chops back up. Then the mounds of IC text hit hahaha it'll be ok. Just gonna have a reaaaal sore RP muscle.

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Big cast vibes

@DeadDrop

Honestly a bit nervous. Wanted to dust off my RP skills by jumping into a casual thread to see if I want to get back into RP and... This lol.

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I assumed it was heavily based on Kit Harrington

My Hider

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@Prisk Added the pic to my app, thank you much.

Easy answer for his backstory, that island in the middle North South "river."

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Errikos

_{Face Claim - Konstantinos Markoulakis}

_{E R R I K O S " C O N D U C T O R " R I G A S
◄ 35 ▎ 5'7" ►}

_{P R E S E N C E}

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Errikos is a slender enough man with a bit of a belly being the only thing to show him to be overweight. His thick hair and beard almost hide his face especially when combined with a pair of glasses he usually wears. He enjoys tinkering with computers and coffee but his interests as well as his unique Force has a tendency to leave him cold to others and sometimes manipulative. People would say that he's nice although a bit weird but he does have a habit of stealing things. He has a code of honor about it, small things, insignificant things, a piece of candy, a pen, a marker. It's not compulsive as he only takes things he feels a need for but it could cause a problem with his coworkers.

_{C H R O N I C L E}

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Errikos lived on what used to be the island of Bellecona. He worked as an electrician and lived a rather simple life with a family and a small house. That was before the comet, and with it, a large piece of debris that struck the island directly, killing virtually all of its inhabitants. His only saving grace was being on a fishing boat on a brief vacation while his partner and child visited their in-laws. The shockwave tossed him and his boat but he survived.

Following the event, the few survivors of the strike were rounded up and transported to a base for monitoring and testing. They attempted to make the base feel like a small town but it did little to ease the suffering of this people that lost all of their friends and family. Errikos started playing with the fake village as a coping mechanism, he'd open panels and observe the wiring, and when the lab workers learned he was a skilled electrician, they actively put him to work around the lab within the confines of their isolation and study. He picked up more skills during that time, developing a knack for computers and, while he was never particularly gifted with programming, his abilities with the hardware soared.

Errikos was contented to live in this bubble, away from the painful memory of his family when he stumbled upon a curious phenomenon, he could almost communicate to the wiring, to the machinery. He could even redirect power as he desired. The base authority took notice of this and immediately transferred him to a different facility. This one was cold, hard, and unpleasant. There was nothing in the way of quaint pleasure in a mock village. This was a scientific research lab. He saw logos on the walls but he didn't recognize them. Errikos was poked and tested much more with samples of blood, skin, even brain tissue samples were taken as this company sought to understand the cause of this ability as well as it's applications.

Eventually an unsanctioned raid was conducted by the UDF disguised as a terrorist attack as the location of this facility had become known thanks to a whistleblower on the inside. Errikos never knew who did it but he was eternally thankful as the UDF provided him comfort away from the suffering and even attempted counseling in the wake of the tragedies. Without any where else to call home or anyone to call family, he chose to work for the UDF.

_{F O R C E}

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The spirits that seemed most drawn to Errikos were what allowed him to communicate to others in the absence of real personal contact or connection. Given he was in a technical laboratory, the spirits let him communicate to the machinery and wiring around him. It let him alter electrical flows, redirect power, even bring wiring to life and allow machines a semblance of 'healing'.

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Ah my apologies! I completely whiffed on the time of the comet and I thought this was an 'alternate Earth' kind of thing not a completely unique setting. That will make it more entertaining to generate cultural backgrounds. The edits are made :)

... it's literally the first line of the OP. That's just embarrassing lol

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Errikos

_{Face Claim - Konstantinos Markoulakis}

_{E R R I K O S " C O N D U C T O R " R I G A S
◄ 35 ▎ 5'7" ►}

_{P R E S E N C E}

---

Errikos is a slender enough man with a bit of a belly being the only thing to show him to be overweight. His thick hair and beard almost hide his face especially when combined with a pair of glasses he usually wears. He enjoys tinkering with computers and coffee but his interests as well as his unique Force has a tendency to leave him cold to others and sometimes manipulative. People would say that he's nice although a bit weird but he does have a habit of stealing things. He has a code of honor about it, small things, insignificant things, a piece of candy, a pen, a marker. It's not compulsive as he only takes things he feels a need for but it could cause a problem with his coworkers.

_{C H R O N I C L E}

---

Errikos lived on what used to be the island of Bellecona. He worked as an electrician and lived a rather simple life with a family and a small house. That was before the comet, and with it, a large piece of debris that struck the island directly, killing virtually all of its inhabitants. His only saving grace was being on a fishing boat on a brief vacation while his partner and child visited their in-laws. The shockwave tossed him and his boat but he survived.

Following the event, the few survivors of the strike were rounded up and transported to a base for monitoring and testing. They attempted to make the base feel like a small town but it did little to ease the suffering of this people that lost all of their friends and family. Errikos started playing with the fake village as a coping mechanism, he'd open panels and observe the wiring, and when the lab workers learned he was a skilled electrician, they actively put him to work around the lab within the confines of their isolation and study. He picked up more skills during that time, developing a knack for computers and, while he was never particularly gifted with programming, his abilities with the hardware soared.

Errikos was contented to live in this bubble, away from the painful memory of his family when he stumbled upon a curious phenomenon, he could almost communicate to the wiring, to the machinery. He could even redirect power as he desired. The base authority took notice of this and immediately transferred him to a different facility. This one was cold, hard, and unpleasant. There was nothing in the way of quaint pleasure in a mock village. This was a scientific research lab. He saw logos on the walls but he didn't recognize them. Errikos was poked and tested much more with samples of blood, skin, even brain tissue samples were taken as this company sought to understand the cause of this ability as well as it's applications.

Eventually an unsanctioned raid was conducted by the UDF disguised as a terrorist attack as the location of this facility had become known thanks to a whistleblower on the inside. Errikos never knew who did it but he was eternally thankful as the UDF provided him comfort away from the suffering and even attempted counseling in the wake of the tragedies. Without any where else to call home or anyone to call family, he chose to work for the UDF.

_{F O R C E}

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The spirits that seemed most drawn to Errikos were what allowed him to communicate to others in the absence of real personal contact or connection. Given he was in a technical laboratory, the spirits let him communicate to the machinery and wiring around him. It let him alter electrical flows, redirect power, even bring wiring to life and allow machines a semblance of 'healing'.

Corporate Space! (Sci-Fi)

Interested as well if you don't mind a bit of a slow poster.