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I just realized we've been going back and forth between Caloren and Coleran....it's suppose to be Coleran lol my bad
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Bio, this thing, all you need to know is that I've been role playing for years. Ignore my post count cause I mainly rp through pm. I don't have much of a life now so I dream of living in alternate universes.
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Over the wind rushing past the open door of the shop, small piles of dirt and leaves began to gather inside. The town became silent, as if its been abandoned for decades, no life existing, just the smell and sound of the desert as the storms carried on. This happened very rarely and when it did something major was about to happen, something that drew the attention of Corelan. He got up from his stool when the wind began to blow louder and harder, rushing through the window and reorganizing the shop to its own chaos, slamming the main door in the process. The tall man ran to the window and forced it shut before locking it down, hoping to contain the disaster before it got worst. He started for the door to check outside, see exactly how far away the storm was, and if his brother was in sight. As he reached for the door a loud obnoxious alert came from his transmitter, causing his heart to skip then double in pace. He calmed his body before approaching the device, he pushed on the flashing light to listen to the message.
'H-hey Corelan... it's Avengol... When the storm is over I've got something for you to see... The tracker in this thing should still be working.. I damn well hope so.. I'm not strong enough to make it back... Come find me once it's safe.'
"Well shit," this was rather unusual for Avengol to need help but this storm does seem to be more extreme than those in the past. He set the transmitter down before returning to chambers where he began to change to a more suitable attire for the weather. Removing is causal garments revealed the blue and yellow stripes than ran throughout his body. They start above and below the eyes, from below they ran down his next and met together at the sternum. Above his eyes the markings rose a bit before turning at a right-angle and forming a ring around the crown of his head that met at the back then ran down his spine. The markings had a sun burst pattern that left from the sternum and met together at the marks on his back. His chest was well toned and fit for his size, that paired well with his legs an arms, packed of dense muscle with little body fat.
He reached through his closet and found the necessary clothing to venture into the wasteland. Multi layered pants that bear pockets up and down the legs with the color of a deep yet tattered brown, the inner layer was tight to the skin while the out layers were more loose. He threw over a basic t-shirt that had 'Finest Machine' which labeled the wearer and tucked it in. He threw on his regular trench coat that had pockets and slots for various tools and equipment that was easy to carry.
He left his chambers and headed out to his personal desk where he reached into one of his rustic drawers pulling out two items. They looked like typical junk at first glance but taking a closer look they were very similar to gas masks with just less material. It started with a basic mouth rebreather that was converted to separate molecules of bacteria and physical particles such as sand, to send pure oxygen to the user. He outfitted it so the oxygen also gave a stimulant that acted like adrenaline but without the body working itself. It simply just boosted the effects of the body rather than the physical muscles. The rebreather was then attached to a simple pair of goggles. "Well, no I have a good reason to test these out," he put one on and immediately felt the effects, receiving pure and clean oxygen.
He threw a couple bottles of water into the cargo pockets of his pants before reaching to his personal blaster and holstering it at his belt. The wind was still blowing hard so he fought against the door to push it open, revealing the thick dust of the desert everywhere. Seeing was impossible, he would have to rely on the tracking device to his transmitter. The door slammed shut behind him as the storm trapped him from escape. He pulled out the transmitter and activated the tracker, revealing a small screen with a map of the nearby area. "Alright Avengol, hand in there I'm on my way."
He started heading out away from the town, miles upon miles of walking, fighting against the rage of the desert as it continuously wreaked havoc everywhere. Hours went by and the storm was starting to relax, his vision was getting clearer but there was still no luck of finding anything if his transmitter gave out. He looked at it again and saw that he wasn't far from his brother's location. He began to jog slowly, being capable now that the winds weren't as heavy as before. As the faint wreckage came into view he stumbled over a piece of debris, quickly stabling himself before stepping more carefully. He started to see a faint glow emanating from various holes of what looked to be a spaceship. He found an opening inside and rather curiously began to follow the light rather than his transmitter.
Upon turning the corner he found a glimmering capsule, it reflected everything in the room and had an awe inspiring look to it. It drew Caloren to approach it, upon taking two steps closer the reflection of a body was seen. The man snapped out of the trance and immediately spun around and ran to the body. He turned the shoulder and saw that it was his brother. "Avengol, Avengol wake up," his voice coming out with the effect of the rebreather. He grabbed one of the bottles of water that was left form the long journey and slowly poured some into the man's mouth. Upon waking he quickly handed him the spare rebreather.
'H-hey Corelan... it's Avengol... When the storm is over I've got something for you to see... The tracker in this thing should still be working.. I damn well hope so.. I'm not strong enough to make it back... Come find me once it's safe.'
"Well shit," this was rather unusual for Avengol to need help but this storm does seem to be more extreme than those in the past. He set the transmitter down before returning to chambers where he began to change to a more suitable attire for the weather. Removing is causal garments revealed the blue and yellow stripes than ran throughout his body. They start above and below the eyes, from below they ran down his next and met together at the sternum. Above his eyes the markings rose a bit before turning at a right-angle and forming a ring around the crown of his head that met at the back then ran down his spine. The markings had a sun burst pattern that left from the sternum and met together at the marks on his back. His chest was well toned and fit for his size, that paired well with his legs an arms, packed of dense muscle with little body fat.
He reached through his closet and found the necessary clothing to venture into the wasteland. Multi layered pants that bear pockets up and down the legs with the color of a deep yet tattered brown, the inner layer was tight to the skin while the out layers were more loose. He threw over a basic t-shirt that had 'Finest Machine' which labeled the wearer and tucked it in. He threw on his regular trench coat that had pockets and slots for various tools and equipment that was easy to carry.
He left his chambers and headed out to his personal desk where he reached into one of his rustic drawers pulling out two items. They looked like typical junk at first glance but taking a closer look they were very similar to gas masks with just less material. It started with a basic mouth rebreather that was converted to separate molecules of bacteria and physical particles such as sand, to send pure oxygen to the user. He outfitted it so the oxygen also gave a stimulant that acted like adrenaline but without the body working itself. It simply just boosted the effects of the body rather than the physical muscles. The rebreather was then attached to a simple pair of goggles. "Well, no I have a good reason to test these out," he put one on and immediately felt the effects, receiving pure and clean oxygen.
He threw a couple bottles of water into the cargo pockets of his pants before reaching to his personal blaster and holstering it at his belt. The wind was still blowing hard so he fought against the door to push it open, revealing the thick dust of the desert everywhere. Seeing was impossible, he would have to rely on the tracking device to his transmitter. The door slammed shut behind him as the storm trapped him from escape. He pulled out the transmitter and activated the tracker, revealing a small screen with a map of the nearby area. "Alright Avengol, hand in there I'm on my way."
He started heading out away from the town, miles upon miles of walking, fighting against the rage of the desert as it continuously wreaked havoc everywhere. Hours went by and the storm was starting to relax, his vision was getting clearer but there was still no luck of finding anything if his transmitter gave out. He looked at it again and saw that he wasn't far from his brother's location. He began to jog slowly, being capable now that the winds weren't as heavy as before. As the faint wreckage came into view he stumbled over a piece of debris, quickly stabling himself before stepping more carefully. He started to see a faint glow emanating from various holes of what looked to be a spaceship. He found an opening inside and rather curiously began to follow the light rather than his transmitter.
Upon turning the corner he found a glimmering capsule, it reflected everything in the room and had an awe inspiring look to it. It drew Caloren to approach it, upon taking two steps closer the reflection of a body was seen. The man snapped out of the trance and immediately spun around and ran to the body. He turned the shoulder and saw that it was his brother. "Avengol, Avengol wake up," his voice coming out with the effect of the rebreather. He grabbed one of the bottles of water that was left form the long journey and slowly poured some into the man's mouth. Upon waking he quickly handed him the spare rebreather.
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...A world of bountiful forestry and color yet was also peppered with deserts and frequent storms, remained uncharted to the known galaxy. Auria was the planet, home to a humanoid species that related very closely to that of Humans and Voss alike. The Human like species was once visited by a Voss Mystic, a rare variety of Voss that have an advance connection with the force, being able to receive images of the future. The Mystic stayed long enough to have a lasting and permanent effect on the people, causing generations afterwards to have a direct relation with the Voss species.
The planet of Auria continued to grow, advancing to blaster technology yet leaving behind the need for motorized travel; domesticated beasts were preferred to traverse the rough terrain of the forests and wastelands. The people were still living by the means of hunting and gathering, they often traded or bartered but some things could be bought with script; a currency of the people that was simply a number on a data chip that could be transferred to another chip as form of payment, it had no physical form. Many of these people were curious of the world beyond their sky, but others were more contained to where they were born, the technology was not there, nor was there a need to research and experiment into it.
Our story begins with two younglings who were forced to grow up and learn on their own, they became well known in their local town and scavengers and scrappers, consistently curious in what was not of the Aurians. They grew such a strong relationship many of them would simply call and refer to them as brothers. Over the years one of them found a knack to dig and search in anything, in hopes of finding something lost of another world or useful in the future. The other learned a sense of technology, studying deeply into the mechanisms of wreckage found from decimated starships and scrapyards of failed machines. Together these two built and ran their own scrap and repair shop, fixing anything a towns person would have that was broken, and scrapping or finding objects of interests.
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"Here ya go, yer blaster is as good as new, just don't use it like a hammer this time," Corelan stood behind the rustic counter passing the blaster to the paying customer. His eyes wide and bright with kindness and generosity, the blue honeycomb patter in his iris outlined with a glowing gold. His hair sat upon his head at palm length and slicked back to keep it a professional look and out of his face. His jaw was smoothly curved and framed his lips to a smaller proportion. The bridge of his nose was deep but curved low and shallow. His body was lean rather than built but was still fit in muscle.
The seventeen year old was always glad to help those around him, whether part of his town or not, a customer that needed help was still a customer. His partner often found the parts he needed or anything that could be of use in an invention or a later project. He found an interest in reverse engineering found technology, whether it was salvageable or not, there was still something to learn. He was curious about space travel but never made the attempt at making a motorized vehicle, he found more interest in the smaller things, like mechanic droids or strange devices that seemed to be used for communication.
After receiving payment from his customer Corelan walked out of the shop, wondering if he could see his brother in the distance on his way back with more junk. There was a slight breeze that held a sandy flavor to it, something that was common when a storm was nearby or about to brew. Their town was based along the border of a forest and a barren desert, rain storms and sand storms were common, but very rare would they mix. As Corelan looked off into the distance he could see the thick dust grow up from the horizon, soon reaching the height of the clouds as the storm of the desert was washing over the wasteland. He walked back inside and continued tinkering away at some gear that was salvaged the day before, not worried about his brother at all, knowing he had gone through worse, and at worst would come home the next day.
The planet of Auria continued to grow, advancing to blaster technology yet leaving behind the need for motorized travel; domesticated beasts were preferred to traverse the rough terrain of the forests and wastelands. The people were still living by the means of hunting and gathering, they often traded or bartered but some things could be bought with script; a currency of the people that was simply a number on a data chip that could be transferred to another chip as form of payment, it had no physical form. Many of these people were curious of the world beyond their sky, but others were more contained to where they were born, the technology was not there, nor was there a need to research and experiment into it.
Our story begins with two younglings who were forced to grow up and learn on their own, they became well known in their local town and scavengers and scrappers, consistently curious in what was not of the Aurians. They grew such a strong relationship many of them would simply call and refer to them as brothers. Over the years one of them found a knack to dig and search in anything, in hopes of finding something lost of another world or useful in the future. The other learned a sense of technology, studying deeply into the mechanisms of wreckage found from decimated starships and scrapyards of failed machines. Together these two built and ran their own scrap and repair shop, fixing anything a towns person would have that was broken, and scrapping or finding objects of interests.
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"Here ya go, yer blaster is as good as new, just don't use it like a hammer this time," Corelan stood behind the rustic counter passing the blaster to the paying customer. His eyes wide and bright with kindness and generosity, the blue honeycomb patter in his iris outlined with a glowing gold. His hair sat upon his head at palm length and slicked back to keep it a professional look and out of his face. His jaw was smoothly curved and framed his lips to a smaller proportion. The bridge of his nose was deep but curved low and shallow. His body was lean rather than built but was still fit in muscle.
The seventeen year old was always glad to help those around him, whether part of his town or not, a customer that needed help was still a customer. His partner often found the parts he needed or anything that could be of use in an invention or a later project. He found an interest in reverse engineering found technology, whether it was salvageable or not, there was still something to learn. He was curious about space travel but never made the attempt at making a motorized vehicle, he found more interest in the smaller things, like mechanic droids or strange devices that seemed to be used for communication.
After receiving payment from his customer Corelan walked out of the shop, wondering if he could see his brother in the distance on his way back with more junk. There was a slight breeze that held a sandy flavor to it, something that was common when a storm was nearby or about to brew. Their town was based along the border of a forest and a barren desert, rain storms and sand storms were common, but very rare would they mix. As Corelan looked off into the distance he could see the thick dust grow up from the horizon, soon reaching the height of the clouds as the storm of the desert was washing over the wasteland. He walked back inside and continued tinkering away at some gear that was salvaged the day before, not worried about his brother at all, knowing he had gone through worse, and at worst would come home the next day.
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*high fives and waits* :D
Lol I'm still here
The arena room emptied and the castles guests return back to their room where they would be staying for the time of the championship. Jasper was in the middle of talking to the judge making sure everything was arrange for tomorrow's final match. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed his sister talking with a darker man, he turned his head and noticed that the man was Zanonian without a doubt, the skin was extremely tan, his hair dark as well and his poster was not of the same formality as EverGlenn or one of the other neighboring countries.
The Golden Prince nodded at the judge and proceeded over to the two to intervene, "Jemma who is this? I do not take well with those who are at war with our country." Jasper stood with a disapproving look, not really waiting for an answer, but let her speak regardless. "Since my Father has seemed let you in for the Duels, I won't kick you out, enjoy your stay, Damien. Jemma lets go," without another word he left the arena room and headed towards his room. He went to his weapon rack and started to disarm himself so that they may be sharpened later by one of the smiths. He turned to face his sister, "I do not take a liking to any Zanonian in my presence, especially if one is talking to family, I want you to stay away from him."
He took off his vest and started to change his boots to more casual dress shoes, he needed to prepare himself for tomorrow, both mentally and physically. At the moment his body has gone through enough strain and physical output that it was better to just rest and focus on keeping his mentality on his new goal. He has never fought the Elf before and hopes that it won't be too difficult, but if anything should go wrong, he could wield with his left. He headed for the kitchen to grab something to eat, his body was hungry and needed energy to rest his muscles. After returning to his room he continued to keep his mental target on sight before going back to bed and sleeping for the night.
The Golden Prince nodded at the judge and proceeded over to the two to intervene, "Jemma who is this? I do not take well with those who are at war with our country." Jasper stood with a disapproving look, not really waiting for an answer, but let her speak regardless. "Since my Father has seemed let you in for the Duels, I won't kick you out, enjoy your stay, Damien. Jemma lets go," without another word he left the arena room and headed towards his room. He went to his weapon rack and started to disarm himself so that they may be sharpened later by one of the smiths. He turned to face his sister, "I do not take a liking to any Zanonian in my presence, especially if one is talking to family, I want you to stay away from him."
He took off his vest and started to change his boots to more casual dress shoes, he needed to prepare himself for tomorrow, both mentally and physically. At the moment his body has gone through enough strain and physical output that it was better to just rest and focus on keeping his mentality on his new goal. He has never fought the Elf before and hopes that it won't be too difficult, but if anything should go wrong, he could wield with his left. He headed for the kitchen to grab something to eat, his body was hungry and needed energy to rest his muscles. After returning to his room he continued to keep his mental target on sight before going back to bed and sleeping for the night.
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Liam tried his best to smile at her, hearing her voice was all that he wanted at the moment. He could understand her pretty well, it was the talking back part that was hard. She talked about his hair and how old he was becoming, 'I'm not that old come on.' He wished he could at least have said something but there wasn't any response coming from his body. 'Puberty was kind? In what way?' he smirked in his head knowing she had seen him naked but only meant the thought to make her blush and as a joke. Liam continued to listen to her until she said it was best to get some sleep. SHe was right, he needed the sleep to help recover and heal his body.
After a short time he fell asleep and his body started to heal itself at a rapid rate, thanks to Ferdia. During his sleep Liam had a small talk with his demon. "The steps have begun, I'm so happy that I'm finally with her, if only I could say something."
"Give it time, you may not be able to speak for at least week, but then again, you might say something the second you wake up," Ferdia was glad that his vessel was starting to recover and regain his mental and physical strength, this would benefit both of them so they may continue their fight against Hell.
"I hope it will be sooner rather than later, there's so much I want to ask her." Liam relaxed and thought to himself about the different things he would do with Sarina once he was fully recovered. Before he could say another word to Ferdia the Demon left and Liam was gently awakened by Jay. Who had food, he tried his best to look over to Sarina and saw that she was still there sleeping. The body did its best to smile but it was not successful. Jay had brought a spoon, close to Liam's mouth which he was capable of opening and closing. The chewing and swallowing part was going to be hard. Once the hot food hit his tongue he knew exactly what it was and closed his eyes at the flavor.
It was a brown cinnamon oatmeal, soft, thin, and full of flavor, something he hadn't had in years, even before being imprisoned. He managed to control his throat well and swallow. His body felt the warm texture flow through his body and into his stomach. He opened his eyes slowly and looked up at Jay, his lips slowly forming the shape of a smile. The moment was enjoyable, and he ended up finishing the entire bowl before drifting back to sleep. He wanted to say thank you to him but he was pretty sure Jay knew already that he was quite grateful.
As the night continued on Sarina had left the bed without waking the Demonboy. As the hours ticked by Liam suddenly woke up, noticing that she was gone and Jay was sitting in the corner. He had what appeared to be a faded worried expression, wondering where she had gone and if she was okay. He looked over to Jay hoping he would know what he meant to ask if he could speak.
After a short time he fell asleep and his body started to heal itself at a rapid rate, thanks to Ferdia. During his sleep Liam had a small talk with his demon. "The steps have begun, I'm so happy that I'm finally with her, if only I could say something."
"Give it time, you may not be able to speak for at least week, but then again, you might say something the second you wake up," Ferdia was glad that his vessel was starting to recover and regain his mental and physical strength, this would benefit both of them so they may continue their fight against Hell.
"I hope it will be sooner rather than later, there's so much I want to ask her." Liam relaxed and thought to himself about the different things he would do with Sarina once he was fully recovered. Before he could say another word to Ferdia the Demon left and Liam was gently awakened by Jay. Who had food, he tried his best to look over to Sarina and saw that she was still there sleeping. The body did its best to smile but it was not successful. Jay had brought a spoon, close to Liam's mouth which he was capable of opening and closing. The chewing and swallowing part was going to be hard. Once the hot food hit his tongue he knew exactly what it was and closed his eyes at the flavor.
It was a brown cinnamon oatmeal, soft, thin, and full of flavor, something he hadn't had in years, even before being imprisoned. He managed to control his throat well and swallow. His body felt the warm texture flow through his body and into his stomach. He opened his eyes slowly and looked up at Jay, his lips slowly forming the shape of a smile. The moment was enjoyable, and he ended up finishing the entire bowl before drifting back to sleep. He wanted to say thank you to him but he was pretty sure Jay knew already that he was quite grateful.
As the night continued on Sarina had left the bed without waking the Demonboy. As the hours ticked by Liam suddenly woke up, noticing that she was gone and Jay was sitting in the corner. He had what appeared to be a faded worried expression, wondering where she had gone and if she was okay. He looked over to Jay hoping he would know what he meant to ask if he could speak.
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